resist it, they would be guilty of an insurrection.
[Illustration]
Now, it happened (according to Tommy's story) that all the dolls in the
house, headed by a naughty male doll of African descent, and known as
"Dandy Jim," rose in insurrection against their lawful queen, Lucy the
First, whose brother, Duke Tommy, was commander-in-chief of her
Majesty's forces.
The rebels were well fortified in one corner of the play-room. They had
mounted several cannon on alphabet-blocks; and a whole company of tin
soldiers defended the outworks. Besides this, a china dog and a wooden
elephant had been enlisted as allies, and stood bravely in front.
General Tommy felt a weight of responsibility upon his shoulders, and,
like a prudent soldier, he resolved not to go into battle until his army
was large enough to make victory certain. So he enlisted Queen Lucy the
First as a recruit.
Queen Lucy looked very grand in her paper cocked hat, with a feather at
the top. She carried a gun; and General Tommy taught her how to fire it
off. When all were ready for the onset, he blew a trumpet.
The army marched in excellent order along the entry, into the play-room;
and not a soldier drew back as they came within sight of the enemy.
"Halt!" cried General Tommy. The army halted. The traitor, "Dandy Jim,"
stood pointing his sword, and the dolls all kept still.
One long blast of the trumpet, and then the brave General Tommy cried
out, "Now, soldiers, on, on to victory!"
On they went. The tin soldiers were soon swept down. The dog and the
elephant were handsomely beaten; and, rushing into the fort, General
Tommy seized the traitor, "Dandy Jim," by the throat, and said, "Now,
sir, your doom is a dungeon!"
The dolls all fell on their knees, and thus was the great insurrection
in Dolldom put down without bloodshed, and the authority of Queen Lucy
the First fully restored. Of course, there was great rejoicing; and,
when the reporter left, General Tommy was preparing for a grand
illumination.
EMILY CARTER.
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ONE GOOD TURN DESERVES ANOTHER.
ON a fine summer day, a dove, that was perched upon the branch of a
tree, saw a bee fall into a stream that was flowing past. The poor bee
tried to get out of the water, but could not.
The dove, seeing that the bee was struggling for her life, dropped a
leaf close beside her, so that she might climb on to it, and save
hersel
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