had to hold down with his left hand, so that when the knife
slipped he cut his third finger rather badly. He ran at once to Lucy
with the knife in his hand, and then dropped it on the ground close to
his bare toes. In his thoughtlessness he might have cut his foot also if
Mother had not come out and picked up the knife. She was more sorry than
angry at Bobby's disobedience, but the boy was more careful to obey his
mother after that, and among the presents on his next birthday there was
a capital knife from Mother, but given on condition that at first it
should only be used when his father was present, and could show him what
ought to be done with it. Bobby is a very happy boy now, because no one
can tease him, as he has that precious knife of his very own.

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BED TIME.

I

I've been so happy all the day,
And now its hours are over,
Down by the meadows I have played,
And all amongst the clover.
And now tis time to go to rest,
Within my bed so cosy.
And soundly sleep the long night thro;
Until the sun gleams rosy

II

Good night, dear little silver stars,
Come to my window peeping,
And shed your pretty light above,
And watch whilst I am sleeping.
Good night, Good night you pretty flowers,
I love you all so dearly,
Now close your eyes, and gently sleep,
Until the moon shines clearly.

III

I've said my prayers at Mother's knee,
To ask the Shepherd's keeping,
He has so many little lambs,
To tend whilst they are sleeping
Yet surely I may go to rest,
Without a fear or sorrow,
I know that he will watch o'er all,
Till sunlight gleams to-morrow.

M. I. Hurrell.

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Transcriber's Notes:

1. Nonstandard punctuation and spelling variants in poetry blocks
have been retained.
2. Full-page illustrated poetry or images that interrupted a story
have been relocated to the inter-story break.
3. Decorative illustrations without captions were not placed in the
text-only version of the e-text.
4. The poem "Winter" in this book is reproduced here as printed and
differs from the original.

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