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Home-made Toys for Girls and Boys / Wooden and Cardboard Toys, Mechanical and Electric Toys by A. Neely Hall. : (full image Illustrated) A. Neely Hall (Author), Tom P. Hall (Illustrator) B00CA28ND2 File Size: 6117 KB     BUY NOW Book Description :- Home-made Toys for Girls and Boys / Wooden and Cardboard Toys, Mechanical and Electric Toys by A. Neely Hall. : (full image Illustrated) INTRODUCTORY NOTES Through the author's handicraft volumes, and magazine and newspaper articles, thousands of boys and girls who never realized they could make their own toys, have succeeded in constructing models which would do credit to Santa Claus' master toy-makers. The success of this new home industry has suggested the need of a volume devoted entirely to toy-making, and in Home-made Toys for Girls and Boys the author has brought together a large number of the toy ideas from his former handicraft volumes, and from his articles published in the Ladies' Home Journal, Woman's Home Companion, Good Housekeeping, the Boys' Magazine, and other publications, and he believes that as collected and arranged the material will be found a veritable gold-mine of toy-making information. Go to any toy store and price the toys similar to those described within these covers, then estimate if you can how much the other toys you do not find would cost if manufactured, and you will discover that one hundred dollars would not cover their value. One splendid thing about these home-made toys is that the greater part of them require little more than the pick-up material found at home. Few boys and girls are given a one hundred dollar assortment of toys at a time, yet any one can own a collection of this value who is willing to spend the time necessary to follow the instructions given in this book. Probably, though, some of the toys will be wanted now, and the others one, two or three seasons hence, because, you see, the book is an all-the-year-round handy book with suggestions for every season. Some of the toys will be of especial interest to boys, yet girls who like what boys like will enjoy making them also. Home-made toys are generally longer lived than store toys because the boy or girl who expends a certain amount of effort producing gives them better care. Home-made toys have a greater value than boughten ones because there is as much fun making them as playing with them. Doing something interesting, getting satisfying results out of the work, putting an idea into tangible form, and having a toy to show of which it can be said, "I made this all myself,"?these are the factors in toy-making so fascinating to boys and girls. It is no less a child's nature to want to do that which is most pleasing to him, than an adult's, so why not encourage this wholesome activity of toy-making to which the child takes as readily as a duck takes to water? It trains the mind to think clearly, the hands to work cleverly, replaces destructive thoughts with constructive ideas, and, in making the boy or girl dependent upon himself or herself for toys, is invaluable in developing resourcefulness. Recognizing how easily the child's interest is attracted and held by anything of a building nature, toy manufacturers have placed scores of so-called "construction sets" upon the market, but, though excellent as these outfits are, the toys they form are merely assembled, not really made by the boy or girl, and much of the value of making is lost. Exactly as good models as those assembled with "construction sets" can be made of pick-up materials, as chapters in this book show. In fact, some of the models in the manufacturers' instruction pamphlets?merry-go-rounds, Ferris wheels and swings?are almost identical with home-made models devised long ago by the author for his readers. Furthermore, there are many, very many toys in Home-made Toys for Girls and Boys which are beyond the limited possibilities of "construction sets." A. N. H. Oak Park, Illinois, May 31, 1915. CHAPTER I. Home-made Windmills 1 The Paper Pinwheel?The Pinion-wheel Windmill? To mount the Pinion-wheel?The Four-blade Windmill?To mount the Windmill?The Eight-blade Windmill?The Hub?The Eight Blades?The Shaft?The Tail?To pivot the Windmill?To operate a Toy Jumping-Jack.   At Home with the Patagonians / A Year's Wanderings over Untrodden Ground from the Straits of Magellan to the Rio Negro by George Chaworth Musters. George Chaworth Musters. (Author) B00CAZFIEQ File Size: 1148 KB     BUY NOW Book Description :- INTRODUCTION. Three hundred and fifty years ago the great navigator Magellan anchored in a port on the eastern coast of an unknown shore, part of the seaboard of the vast continent of South America, to which he gave the name of St. Julian. Starting from this point, the pilot Serrano explored the coast to the southward, and discovered a river, which he named Santa Cruz. His ship was wrecked near the mouth, and left her timbers on the rocks, the first of the long list of vessels lost on that ironbound coast which, from the mouth of the Rio Negro to the Straits, offers but one or two safe harbours, while submerged reefs, fierce gales, strong tides, currents, and overfalls combine to render it nearly the most perilous known to navigators. Magellan remained at Port St. Julian and Santa Cruz from April till October of 1520, when he sailed southward, and discovered the Straits which bear his name. Two months after his arrival at Port St. Julian a man of gigantic stature appeared on the beach, ?larger and taller than the stoutest man of Castile.? Eighteen natives afterwards arrived, dressed in cloaks of skins and shoes of guanaco hide, which made huge footmarks, whence they were called Patagonés, or ?large feet,? by the Spaniards; and thus originated in a nickname the name of the country, Patagonia. These men used bows and arrows, and had with them four young guanacos, with which they decoyed the wild ones within shot. Two young men were treacherously seized and carried off, howling and calling on their god Setebos. The natives naturally resented this return for their ready friendliness, and, attacking a party sent after them, killed one Spaniard with their arrows. Enough, however, was seen of them to furnish Pigafetta with some details. ?Their tents were light movable frames, covered with skins; their faces were painted; they were very swift of foot, had tools of sharp-edged flints, and ate their meat nearly raw.? That the first knowledge of Patagonia was diffused in England by Pigafetta?s narrative is suggested by Caliban?s lines in the ?Tempest:? ?he could command my dam?s god Setebos;? but it was not till 1578 that the newly-discovered country was visited by Englishmen. CONTENTS CHAPTER I. FROM THE STRAITS TO SANTA CRUZ. CHAPTER II. SANTA CRUZ. CHAPTER III. THE RIO CHICO. CHAPTER IV. HENNOKAIK TO TECKEL. CHAPTER V. MANNERS AND CUSTOMS OF THE TEHUELCHES. CHAPTER VI. TECKEL TO GEYLUM. CHAPTER VII. LAS MANZANAS. CHAPTER VIII. GEYLUM TO PATAGONES. CHAPTER IX. THE RIO NEGRO SETTLEMENTS. LIST OF ILLUSTRATIONS. WÁKI KILLING A PUMA MAP OF PATAGONIA STATION ON PABON ISLAND, RIO SANTA CRUZ HUNTING GUANACO AND OSTRICH, VALLEY OF RIO CHICO START FROM THE CAMP AT MÔWAISH, OR WINDOW HILL CEREMONY OF WELCOME (TEHUELCHES AND ARAUCANIANS) A WILD BULL IN THE CORDILLERA SKETCH MAP FROM RIO SENGEL TO TECKEL TEHUELCHE ARMS AND IMPLEMENTS THE PRETTY HOUSE AND DANCE CROSSING THE RIO LIMAY   Abroad at Home / American Ramblings, Observations, and Adventures of Julian Street by Julian Street : (full image Illustrated) Julian Street B00JYIDY6G File Size: 2834 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- travel, adventure, Rambling, Abroad, United States, CLEVELAND, MARK TWAIN STEPPING WESTWARD "What, you are stepping westward?"-"Yea." --'Twould be a wildish destiny, If we, who thus together roam In a strange Land, and far from home, Were in this place the guests of Chance: Yet who would stop or fear to advance, Though home or shelter he had none, With such a sky to lead him on? --Wordsworth. For some time I have desired to travel over the United States?to ramble and observe and seek adventure here, at home, not as a tourist with a short vacation and a round-trip ticket, but as a kind of privateer with a roving commission. The more I have contemplated the possibility the more it has engaged me. For we Americans, though we are the most restless race in the world, with the possible exception of the Bedouins, almost never permit ourselves to travel, either at home or abroad, as the "guests of Chance." We always go from one place to another with a definite purpose. We never amble. On the boat, going to Europe, we talk of leisurely trips away from the "beaten track," but we never take them. After we land we rush about obsessed by "sights," seeing with the eyes of guides and thinking the "canned" thoughts of guidebooks. In order to accomplish such a trip as I had thought of I was even willing to write about it afterward. Therefore I went to see a publisher and suggested that he send me out upon my travels. I argued that Englishmen, from Dickens to Arnold Bennett, had "done" America; likewise Frenchmen and Germans. And we have traveled over there and written about them. But Americans who travel at home to write (or, as in my case, write to travel) almost always go in search of some specific thing: to find corruption and expose it, to visit certain places and describe them in detail, or to catch, exclusively, the comic side. For my part, I did not wish to go in search of anything specific. I merely wished to take things as they might come. And?speaking of taking things?I wished, above all else, to take a good companion, and I had him all picked out: a man whose drawings I admire almost as much as I admire his disposition; the one being who might endure my presence for some months, sharing with me his joys and sorrows and collars and cigars, and yet remain on speaking terms with me. The publisher agreed to all. Then I told my New York friends that I was going. I was moving about my room, my hands full of hairbrushes and toothbrushes and clothesbrushes and shaving brushes; my head full of railroad trains, and hills, and plains, and valleys They were incredulous. That is the New York attitude of mind. Your "typical New Yorker" really thinks that any man who leaves Manhattan Island for any destination other than Europe or Palm Beach must be either a fool who leaves voluntarily or a criminal taken off by force. For the picturesque criminal he may be sorry, but for the fool he has scant pity. CONTENTS STEPPING WESTWARD BIFURCATED BUFFALO CLEVELAND CHARACTERISTICS MORE CLEVELAND CHARACTERISTICS DETROIT THE DYNAMIC AUTOMOBILES AND ART THE M?CENAS OF THE MOTOR THE CURIOUS CITY OF BATTLE CREEK KALAMAZOO GRAND RAPIDS THE "ELECT" A MIDDLE-WESTERN MIRACLE FIELD'S AND THE "TRIBUNE" THE STOCKYARDS THE HONORABLE HINKY DINK AN OLYMPIAN PLAN LOOKING BACKWARD SOMNOLENT ST. LOUIS THE FINER SIDE HANNIBAL AND MARK TWAIN PIKE AND POKER OLD RIVER DAYS KANSAS CITY ODDS AND ENDS COLONEL NELSON'S "STAR" KEEPING A PROMISE THE TAME LION KANSAS JOURNALISM A COLLEGE TOWN MONOTONY UNDER PIKE'S PEAK HITTING A HIGH SPOT COLORADO SPRINGS CRIPPLE CREEK THE MORMON CAPITAL THE SMITHS PASSING PICTURES SAN FRANCISCO "BEFORE THE FIRE" AN EXPOSITION AND A "BOOSTER" NEW YORK AGAIN ILLUSTRATIONS The St. Francis at tea-time.?With her hotels San Francisco is New York, but with her people she is San Francisco?which comes near being the apotheosis of praise. I was moving about my room, my hands full of hairbrushes and toothbrushes and clothesbrushes and shaving brushes; my head full of railroad   American Adventures / A Second Trip 'Abroad at home' by Julian Street : (full image Illustrated) Author: Julian Street, Illustrator: Wallace Morgan B00JDPZ990 File Size: 3086 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- American, history, trip, Washington, ARISTOCRACY, POLITICS, DOMINION FOREWORD Though much has been written of the South, it seems to me that this part of our country is less understood than any other part. Certainly the South, itself, feels that this is true. Its relationship to the North makes me think of nothing so much as that of a pretty, sensitive wife, to a big, strong, amiable, if somewhat thick-skinned husband. These two had one great quarrel which nearly resulted in divorce. He thought her headstrong; she thought him overbearing. The quarrel made her ill; she has been for some time recovering. But though they have settled their difficulties and are living again in amity together, and though he, man-like, has half forgotten that they ever quarreled at all, now that peace reigns in the house again, she has not forgotten. There still lingers in her mind the feeling that he never really understood her, that he never understood her problems and her struggles, and that he never will. And it seems to me further that, as is usually the case with wives who consider themselves misunderstood, the fault is partly, but by no means altogether, hers. He, upon one hand, is inclined to pass the matter off with a: "There, there! It's all over now. Just be good and forget it!" while she, in the depths of her heart, retains a little bit of wistfulness, a little wounded feeling, which causes her to say to herself: "Thank God our home was not broken up, but?I wish that he could be a little more considerate, sometimes, in view of all that I have suffered." For my part, I am the humble but devoted friend of the family. Having known him first, having been from boyhood his companion, I may perhaps have sympathized with him in the beginning. But since I have come to know her, too, that is no longer so. And I do think I know her?proud, sensitive, high-strung, generous, captivating beauty that she is! Moreover, after the fashion of many another "friend of the family," I have fallen in love with her. Loving her from afar, I send her as a nosegay these chapters gathered in her own gardens. If some of the flowers are of a kind for which she does not care, if some have thorns, even if some are only weeds, I pray her to remember that from what was growing in her gardens I was forced to make my choice, and to believe that, whatever the defects of my bouquet, it is meant to be a bunch of roses. J. S. October 1, 1917. ON JOURNEYS THROUGH THE STATES On journeys through the States we start, ... We willing learners of all, teachers of all, lovers of all. We dwell a while in every city and town ... ?Walt Whitman. Had my companion and I never crossed the continent together, had we never gone "abroad at home," I might have curbed my impatience at the beginning of our second voyage. But from the time we returned from our first journey, after having spent some months in trying, as some one put it, to "discover America," I felt the gnawings of excited appetite. The vast sweep of the country continually suggested to me some great delectable repast: a banquet spread for a hundred million guests; and having discovered myself unable, in the time first allotted, to devour more than part of it?a strip across the table, as it were, stretching from New York on one side to San Francisco on the other?I have hungered impatiently for more. Indeed, to be quite honest, I should like to try to eat it all. Months before our actual departure for the South the day for leaving was appointed; days before we fixed upon our train; hours before I bought my ticket. And then, when my trunks had left the house, when my taxicab was ordered and my faithful battered suitcase stood packed to bulging in the hall, my companion, the Illustrator, telephoned to say that certain drawings he must finish before leaving were not done, that he would be unable to go with me that afternoon, as planned, but must wait until the midnight train. CONTENTS ON JOURNEYS THROUGH THE STATES A BALTIMORE EVENING WHERE THE CLIMATES MEET TRIUMPHANT DEFEAT TERRAPIN AND THINGS DOUGHOREGAN MANOR AND THE CARROLLS A RARE OLD TOWN WE MEET THE HAMPTON GHOST ARE WE STANDARDIZED? HARPER'S FERRY AND JOHN BROWN THE VIRGINIAS AND THE WASHINGTONS I RIDE A HORSE INTO THE OLD DOMINION CHARLOTTESVILLE AND MONTICELLO THE UNIVERSITY OF VIRGINIA FOX-HUNTING IN VIRGINIA "A CERTAIN PARTY" THE LEGACY OF HATE "YOU-ALL" AND OTHER SECTIONAL MISUNDERSTANDINGS IDIOMS AND ARISTOCRACY THE CONFEDERATE CAPITAL RANDOM RICHMOND NOTES JEDGE CRUTCHFIELD'S COT NORFOLK AND ITS NEIGHBORHOOD COLONEL TAYLOR AND GENERAL LEE RALEIGH AND JOSEPHUS DANIELS ITEMS FROM "THE OLD NORTH STATE" UNDER ST. MICHAEL'S CHIMES HISTORY AND ARISTOCRACY POLITICS, A NEWSPAPER AND ST. CECILIA "GULLA" AND THE BACK COUNTRY OUT OF THE PAST ALIVE ATLANTA GEORGIA JOURNALISM SOME ATLANTA INSTITUTIONS A BIT OF RURAL GEORGIA A YOUNG METROPOLIS BUSY BIRMINGHAM AN ALLEGORY OF ACHIEVEMENT THE ROAD TO ARCADY A MISSISSIPPI TOWN OLD TALES AND A NEW GAME OUT OF THE LONG AGO THE GIRL HE LEFT BEHIND HIM VICKSBURG OLD AND NEW SHREDS AND PATCHES THE BAFFLING MISSISSIPPI OLD RIVER DAYS WHAT MEMPHIS HAS ENDURED MODERN MEMPHIS BEAUTIFUL SAVANNAH MISS "JAX" AND SOME FLORIDA GOSSIP PASSIONATE PALM BEACH ASSORTED AND RESORTED FLORIDA A DAY IN MONTGOMERY THE CITY OF THE CREOLE HISTORY, THE CREOLE, AND HIS DUELS FROM ANTIQUES TO PIRATES ANTOINE'S AND MARDI GRAS FINALE   Toy-Making in School and Home by Ruby Kathleen Polkinghorne and Mabel Irene Rutherford Polkinghorne : (full image Illustrated) Ruby Kathleen Polkinghorne and Mabel Irene Rutherford Polkinghorne B00KO7MVRE File Size: 7569 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- toy, how-to, School, Toy-making, Railway, learning, AEROPLANES I. EXTERNAL EVIDENCE Women are often limited in their amusements and in their hobbies for lack of power or of knowledge to use the requisite implements. We may wield the needle, the brush, kitchen utensils, even the spade and the trowel, but what knowledge have we of the chisel, the plane, the saw, or even the friendly gimlet and the screw-driver? The scissors answer many purposes until the points are broken, but how helpless we are with a screw or a saw, how futile are our attempts to adjust a loose door-handle, or to set the knives of a mowing machine! It is humiliating to call for help in such simple jobs, and tantalising not to be able to enjoy the carpenter's bench as our men-folk do in their hours of leisure. A really active hobby, one entailing exercise of many muscles, otherwise resting, does help to keep a well-balanced mind and a healthy body. It saves one from fretfulness, from too great introspection; it keeps one cheerful and changes one's attitude of mind when change is needed. It is possible that the management of big things falls into men's hands because from babyhood they have dealt with larger things than women, and through handling manageable things from an early age have developed the constructive faculty more thoroughly. The little girl deals with 'wee' things: stitches are small, dolls are small; there is a fatal tendency sometimes to 'niggle,' to 'finick'--not that men-folk are immune from this--to love uniformity and tidiness for their own sakes, to seek regularity rather than utility. The little girl, however, must, unless she is too thoroughly supervised, exercise some ingenuity in planning a doll's dress out of a cutting from the rag-bag; but her amusements and hobbies tend to pin her down to small things, and she does not rise far enough from her immediate surroundings. The dress of her little doll will follow the prevailing fashion. Originality in dress is eccentricity. The girl takes pains to carry out her work (neatness is often the sole aim put before her), the boy finds methods. The girl hovers round the well-known place, the boy makes a bee-line to fresh fields. See how this affects reading: the girl still hankers after What Katy Did, What Katy Did Next, while the boy of her age is reading Jules Verne or Ballantyne or Henty, or if there is open access to shelves in the Free Library near him, you see him finding books on Airships, Submarines, Carpentry, or Engineering. We started our voluntary classes with these ideas in mind, and at first allowed girls to choose an indoor occupation in the two winter terms instead of outdoor games. Many girls preferred games,   Baseball Joe, Home Run King or, The Greatest Pitcher and Batter on Record by Lester Chadwick Lester Chadwick B00G1VGTY8 File Size: 660 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- sport, fiction, action, Baseball, Home Run, Champions, League CHAPTER I. A DANGEROUS PLUNGE "I'm going to tie you up in knots, old man," said Jim Barclay, with a smile, as he picked up the ball and stepped into the box in batting practice at the training camp. "I've heard that kind of talk before," retorted Joe Matson, known all over the country as "Baseball Joe," the king pitcher of the Giants. "But untying knots is the best thing I do. Give me the best you have in the shop." Jim wound up and put one over that just cut the corner of the plate. Joe made a mighty swing at it, but it was just beyond his reach. "Nearly broke your back reaching for that one, eh?" laughed Jim, as the ball was thrown back to him. "I was just kidding you that time," grinned Joe. "I'm going to kill the next one." Again the ball whizzed to the plate. It was a fast, straight ball with a slight hop to it. Joe caught it near the end of his bat and "leaned on it" heavily. The ball soared out between right and center, and the outfielders covering that position gave one look at it and then turned and ran with the ball. But it kept on and on until it cleared the fence, and the discomfited fielders threw up their hands and came slowly back to their positions. Jim looked sheepish, and Joe, who was his chum and best friend, laughed outright as he relinquished the bat to the next man in line. "A sweet home run, Jim," he remarked. "I should say so!" snorted Jim. "That hit was good for two home runs. The ball was ticketed for kingdom come." "Who was it said that pitchers couldn't hit?" laughed Mylert, the burly catcher of the Giant team, as he took Joe's place. "I'll tell the world that some of them can!" exclaimed Jim, as he prepared to try his luck again. "Gee, Joe, if that had happened to me in a regular game, it would have broken my heart." Two keen-eyed men in uniform had been standing near the side lines, watching intently every move of the players, as they tried out their batting eyes and arms. One was stocky and of medium height, with hair that had begun to grey at the temples. The other was stout and ruddy, with a twinkle in his eyes that bespoke good nature. Both were veterans of many hard-fought baseball campaigns, and both had played on the Baltimore Orioles when that great organization of stars was the sensation of the baseball world. "Did you see that hit, Robbie?" asked McRae, the manager of the Giants, of his stout companion. "Not all of it," replied Robson, the coach of the team. "But I followed it as far as the fence. That was a whale of a wallop. I'll bet the ball's going yet," and the man chuckled gleefully.   Wild Life Near Home by Dallas Lore Sharp : (full image Illustrated) Author: Dallas Lore Sharp, Illustrator: Bruce Horsfall B00D7EHZGI File Size: 3720 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- animal, wild, Birds, Rabbit, meadow, sparrow, forest IN PERSIMMON-TIME The season of ripe persimmons in the pine-barren region of New Jersey falls during the days of frosty mornings, of wind-strewn leaves and dropping nuts. Melancholy days these may be in other States, but never such here. The robin and the wren--I am not sure about all of the wrens--are flown, just as the poet says; but the jay and the crow are by no means the only birds that remain. Bob White calls from the swales and "cut-offs"; the cardinal sounds his clear, brilliant whistle in the thickets; and the meadow-lark, scaling across the pastures, flirts his tail from the fence-stake and shouts, Can you see-e me? These are some of the dominant notes that still ring through the woods and over the fields. Nor has every fleck of color gone from the face of the out-of-doors. She is not yet a cold, white body wrapped in her winding-sheet. The flush of life still lingers in the stag-horn sumac, where it will burn brighter and warmer as the shortening days darken and deaden; and there is more than a spark--it is a steady glow--on the hillsides, where the cedar, pine, and holly stand, that will live and cheer us throughout the winter. What the soil has lost of life and vigor the winds have gained; and if the birds are fewer now, there is a stirring of other animal life in the open woods and wilder places that was quite lost in the bustle of summer. CONTENTS In Persimmon-time Birds' Winter Beds Some Snug Winter Beds A Bird of the Dark The Pine-tree Swift In the October Moon Feathered Neighbors "Mus'rattin'" A Study in Bird Morals Rabbit Roads Brick-top Second Crops Wood-pussies From River-ooze to Tree-top A Buzzards' Banquet Up Herring Run   The Old Woman Who Lived in a Shoe / There's No Place Like Home by Amanda Minnie Douglas Amanda Minnie Douglas B00F21WUA0 File Size: 681 KB.     BUY NOW Book Description :- tales, fiction, novel, family life, kids, children, Fortunes Hal sat trotting Dot on his knee,--poor little weazen-faced Dot, who was just getting over the dregs of the measles, and cross accordingly. By way of accompaniment he sang all the Mother Goose melodies that he could remember. At last he came to,-- "There was an old woman who lived in a shoe: She had so many children she didn't know what to do; To some she gave broth without any bread," and Harry stopped to catch his breath, for the trotting was of the vigorous order. "And a thrashing all round, and sent them to bed!" finished Joe, thrusting his shaggy head in at the window after the fashion of a great Newfoundland dog. Dot answered with a piteous cry,--a sort of prolonged wail, heart-rending indeed. "Serve you right," said Joe, going through an imaginary performance with remarkably forcible gestures. "For shame, Joe! You were little once yourself, and I dare say cried when you were sick. I always thought it very cruel, that, after being deprived of their supper, they should be"-- "Thrashed! Give us good strong Saxon for once, Flossy!" Flossy was of the ambitious, correct, and sentimental order. She had lovely light curls, and soft white hands when she did not have to work too hard, which she never did of her own free will. She thought it dreadful to be so poor, and aspired to a rather aristocratic ladyhood. "I am sorry you were not among them," she replied indignantly. "You're a hard-hearted, cruel boy!" "When the thrashings went round? You're a c-r-u-e-l girl!" with a prodigious length of accent. "Why, I get plenty of 'em at school." "'Trot, trot, trot. There was an old woman'--what are you laughing at, Joe?" and Hal turned red in the face. "I've just made a brilliant discovery. O my poor buttons! remember Flossy's hard labor and many troubles, and do not bust! Why, we're the very children!" At this, Joe gave a sudden lurch: you saw his head, and then you saw his heels, and the patch on the knee of his trousers, ripped partly off by an unlucky nail, flapped in the breeze; and he was seated on the window-sill right side up with care, drumming both bare heels into the broken wall. He gave a prolonged whistle of satisfaction, made big eyes at Dot, and then said again,-- "Yes, we are the very children!" "What children? Joe, you are the noisiest boy in Christendom!" CONTENTS Joe's Grand Discovery Planning in the Twilight A Chance for Flossy The Identical Shoe Good Luck for Joe Fortunes and Misfortunes The Old Tumbler, after All Florence in State Fourth of July Which should she choose? Out of the Old Home-Nest Joe's Fortune From Gray Skies to Blue A Flower-Garden Indoors How Charlie ran away Almost discouraged Lost at Sea A Song in the Night In the Old Home-Nest again Wherein the Old Shoe becomes crowded How the Dreams came True Christmastide