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Blinky Bill: The Quaint Little Australian by Dorothy Wall [Review]

Blinky Bill -Australian Conservation for Age 9-10



Blinky Bill , the second of Dorothy Wall's Blinky books,was published in 1934 by Angus & Robertson, and is 82 pages long with 16 pages of illustrations. It is public domain in Autralia,but you will need to check your own countrys' laws to find out whether it is public domain for you.


Blinky Bill stories are about a mischievous little Koala, and his family and anmal friends living in Australia. Wall includes conservation messages throughout the plot line,and Blinky's antics keep you absorbed wondering what will happen next. New Zealand-born Australian author Dorothy Wall.first illustrated Blinky for Brooke Nicholls' 1933 book, Jacko - the Broadcasting Kookaburra,which was illustrated by Wall. Wall then featured Blinky Bill in a series of her own books, including Blinky Bill: The Quaint Little Australian,  Blinky Bill Grows Up, and Blinky Bill and Nutsy.  The books are considered  Australian children's classics, and have never been out of print in Australia.

The story would make an excellent book club choice for students age nine or ten. Blinky Bill Grows Up is reproduced here in 6 parts.


    Blinky Bill Chapter 5 The Rabbit Party

    CHAPTER FIVE

The Rabbits' Party
    "I think I'd better be going home," thought Blinky. "Anyway I'm not sorry for Mrs Spotty, she had such googly eyes."
    He glanced at the sky and noticed the moon was sinking, so thought it time to make haste, as perhaps his mother may be looking for him by now. Past the gum-trees and thick bushes he scrambled, and just as he reached a clearing in the trees he paused to listen.

    "The crickets are busy to-night," he thought as their chirruping came through the bush. "I'll just see what they're up to."
    Quietly he tiptoed into the grass, and suddenly stood quite still. In front of him, not many yards away the crickets were holding a cricket match.
    Blinky chuckled as he looked at them. The batsman had a leaf for his bat, while the bowler had a spider's cocoon for a ball. They were too interested in their game to notice Blinky; but he missed nothing. A deafening chirruping rent the air. Most of the spectators were perched on the blades of grass, as high up as they could climb, and were waving their legs in the air, and shaking the grass they stood on.
    The batsman had a leaf for a bat.
    "He's bumping the ball!" they shrieked in cricket voices. "Pull him out! Pull him out," they shouted, and at once the umpire hopped over to the bowler and soundly boxed his ears with his front leg.
    The bowler lost his temper, and jumped on the cricket ball, breaking it in pieces.
    "Shame! Shame!" shouted the crickets. And in the next instant they surged on to the ground. Springing in the air they pounced on him and gave him a terrible kicking; and as Blinky turned to walk away he saw them piling earth on top of the bowler.
    "I must hurry now, as I'm sure it's getting late," he thought, and he was beginning to feel very shaky. What if his mother found he was missing. That Mrs Grunty could be very cross at times, and she might persuade his mother to use a stick round his hind parts, as she once suggested. In his haste he stumbled over a stone and hurt his foot, so sat down to wait until the pain left him. Just behind the stump he was sitting on, a rabbit had made her home, and as she came scurrying through the grass she did not notice Blinky sitting so quietly. Between her teeth she carried some flannel flowers and a sprig of boronia.

    "Good evening," said Blinky.
    "Oh! What a fright you gave me!" whispered the rabbit. "I know who you are all the same."
    "Who?" asked Blinky.
    "You're Blinky Bill, and my mother knows your mother," said the rabbit.
    "Then you are only a bunny," said Blinky gladly. "How old are you and where do you live?"
    "I'm one year old, and I live in that burrow right behind this log."

    "What's your name?" Blinky asked.
    "Bobbin!" the bunny replied.
    "That's a silly name," said Blinky quite rudely.
    "That's my christened name, and my mother says it is very suitable for me."
    "What does suitable mean?" Blinky asked.
    "Well, mother says I'm always bobbin' about, and never still. I make her quite nervy at times."
    "What does she do when you run away?" Blinky asked rather anxiously.
    "Run away!" said Bobbin, looking very surprised. "I never run away. Only bad children do that!"

    "Well, where have you been, and why have you those flowers? You look very stupid carrying them in your mouth," Blinky remarked.
    "I've been gathering flowers for the birthday party," replied Bobbin; "and how can I carry them without breaking their petals, if I don't hold them between my teeth?"
    "Haven't you a pouch or a pocket somewhere?" Blinky retorted. "But am I mistaken? Did you mention a birthday party?"
    "Yes," said Bobbin excitedly. "It's my brother's party, and ever so many friends are coming, and there's lots and lots to eat. Thistle cakes, with the prickles all over the tops; dandelion milk, lovely and frothy, that's to be drunk through a grass straw; daisy creams with pink edges; and, oh! best of all, buttercups, full of butter. And I nearly forgot—gum-leaves to chew, for those who like chewing-gum. Then last of all, there's grass salad for the mothers and fathers."

    Bobbin hopped about with glee and twitched her ears in a most surprising manner, while Blinky's eyes bulged with excitement.
    "Could I come to the party?" he inquired breathlessly.
    "You haven't a present to bring!" Bobbin answered.
    "I know that," replied Blinky sorrowfully; "but I'll let them play with my ears if they like."
    Bobbin looked at his ears and considered the matter for a moment.
    "Well, perhaps that will do," she replied. "We could hide the peanut in them when we play 'hunt the slipper'."
    It sounded rather a muddle to Blinky; but he was prepared to take any risks if only he could get to the party.
    "Could we go now?" he inquired anxiously.
    "Yes, but wipe your feet on the grass, before we go inside, as mother's been cleaning all night long," Bobbin advised.
    Blinky did as he was told, and followed Bobbin through the doorway. Fortunately for him the burrow was a large one, so he had no difficulty in crawling along.

    "Isn't it dark!" he said in a frightened voice.
    "You'll soon get used to that," Bobbin replied cheerfully, as she padded ahead. "Do you hear the scraping and thumping? That's the party," she said excitedly.
    "What are they doing?" Blinky asked.
    "Dancing!" Bobbin replied. "Let's hurry ..."
    In and out of passages they ran, round corners, up and down, and at last came to a large cave. The floor and the walls were bare earth, but over the ground a carpet of grass was spread, and the ceiling was bright with flowers. From the centre a bunch of Christmas bells hung, and directly underneath, the table was spread with all the party cakes and drinks. In the middle of the table a birthday cake stood, glittering with dewdrops that fell from the flowers surrounding it. It was made from corn husks and thistledown, so you can imagine how crunchy it must have tasted.
    As Blinky and Bobbin appeared the guests stood and gazed in wonderment; their large brown eyes opened very widely and nervous noses sniffed the air.
    "Here's Blinky Bill," Bobbin called as she hopped to the middle of the cave, "and he's come to see the party."

    "You're very welcome, I'm sure," kind Mrs Rabbit said, as she took Blinky's paw. "Come along and meet my friends. This is Madam Hare; shake paws with her. She is very shy, but is an old friend of mine; and this is Brer Rabbit, my husband, who is a great hunter; and here is Bunchy, my son, whose birthday it is." Each one shook paws with Blinky, and he wondered if it would ever come to an end, and the party start, as he was feeling very hungry and wanted to taste those gum-tips. Bunchy thought it great fun to have a bear at his party and followed Blinky wherever he went.
    "You've lost your tail!" he said in surprise as he hopped round him.
    "Don't wear a tail," Blinky mumbled.
    "Why does everyone pass remarks about my tail or my nose," he wondered.
    "Tea's ready," Mrs Rabbit called. And everyone made a rush for the table.
    "Don't rush, and don't grab," Brer Rabbit thundered in a loud voice.
    Madam Hare may have been shy, but Blinky noticed she reached the table as soon as he, and rather rudely pushed her way right beside Brer Rabbit.
    "The bold hussy," someone whispered and gave her tail a nip. She gave a little scream and spitefully bit the ear of the rabbit who sat next to her; but it wasn't Brer Rabbit's ear.

    "Order! Order!" Brer Rabbit commanded. "This is a party, and no fighting, please. If your tails are in the way, sit on them."
    The party went on pleasantly after that command. Everyone nibbled and munched, except Blinky who forgot his manners completely and gobbled the gum-leaves as fast as he could. It was just as well nobody else liked them, for in a very short time they had all vanished. The cake was a great success and Bunchy handed a piece to each guest, quickly taking a nibble from one or two when nobody was looking.
    His mother gave him a sharp nip on the ear when she found him poking his paw in the dandelion milk, and slyly sucking it when he thought he was safely hidden from view.
    "You naughty young rab!" she exclaimed. "Didn't I tell you a dozen times to behave yourself, and not to poke the cakes and things, and not to put your paws on the table? And while I think of it, eat with your mouth closed, and don't lick your whiskers. Now take that dandelion milk that you've had your paws in round to Madam Hare; only don't tell her what you did."

    "No, mother," said Bunchy obediently, and he hopped to Madam Hare and handed her the milk.
    "You dear little rab!" she cried in a very high voice. "I do like dandelion milk."
    "So do I," remarked Bunchy as he hopped away.
    "What's that? What's that?" said Brer Rabbit in between mouthfuls of grass salad.
    "Father, you're speaking with your mouth full; and it's so bad for the children to see," gently reprimanded Mrs Rabbit, much to Blinky's amusement, as his mother had often corrected him for exactly the same thing.

    "Can't we have games, Mrs Rabbit?" he asked when at last he sat before an empty plate.
    "Games and dancing—that's the idea," roared Brer Rabbit. "Clear the floor."
    Everyone helped, and Blinky gave Madam Hare's tail another pull as he passed her with an armful of grass.
    "Dear, dear, I think there are rats about," she said in an injured tone. "My poor tail has been pulled again, and you all know it's moulting time. I'll catch a dreadful cold is I lose any more fur."

    Nobody seemed to take any notice of Madam Hare's complaints, and Blinky and Bunchy both agreed to give it another pull later on in the evening.
    When the last piece of grass was cleaned from the floor Mrs Rabbit clapped her paws three times and a dozen large locusts appeared out of the ground. It was a surprise, as nobody expected anything like that to happen.
    "Who are they?" Blinky whispered to Bobbin.
    "That's the orchestra," she cried jumping up and down excitedly.
    Each locust walked to a corner of the cave and quietly sat down with an expectant look on his face. The conductor, who was a "double drummer", scraped his hind legs on his wings. "Gurra-gurra-gurra" Came the vibrating notes. That was the signal, and instantly all the other locusts started scraping their legs.

    Girr!!
    Girr!!
    Girr!!
    Gurra!!
    Gurra!!
    Gurra!!
    "Girr—girr—girr—gurra—gurra—gurra." The cave echoed with the drumming noise and beads of perspiration rolled down the conductor's face as he worked himself up (or down, to be correct) to a slow deep "Gurra". The air throbbed with the music. It was really inspiring, and soft furry rabbit feet began to thump the ground. Lady rabbits looked coyly at the gentlemen, and odd little twitches of the ears and twinks of the whiskers were to be noticed.

    "Take your partners for 'The Bunny Hug'," Brer Rabbit called in a deep voice.
    There was a scampering and rushing, as each rabbit grabbed a partner. Madam Hare didn't even wait to be asked to dance, but seized Brer Rabbit in her arms and began rolling from one side to the other, also jerking her arms up and down in a forward manner.
    "That Madam Hare is not as shy as I thought she was," murmured Mrs Rabbit as she was led away by an elderly partner.
    Blinky was delighted. His very first dance. Now he would have something to tell Snubby when he reached home. Taking Bobbin in his paws he rolled from one side to the other, just like Madam Hare, whom he kept watching closely.

    "You're treading on my toes," whimpered Bobbin.
    Blinky looked down at her paws quite alarmed.
    "Your toe-nails are too long," he said rudely.
    "They're not!" Bobbin replied indignantly. "How could I dig burrows with short toe-nails?"
    "I forgot," said Blinky politely. "But look out, here comes Madam Hare, and I'm going to pull her tail again."
    Bobbin began to giggle, as she did not like Madam Hare a bit. She "showed off" such a lot.
    As the dancers neared Blinky he cautiously grabbed Madam Hare's tail and gave it a very hard pull, so hard in fact that a pawful of fur flew into the air.
    Before Madam Hare knew what she was doing, she boxed Brer Rabbit's ears. He was astonished, and looked very pained.
    Did you pull my tail? Madam Hare demanded.
    "Did you pull my tail?" Madam Hare demanded in an angry voice.
    "Certainly not!" Brer Rabbit replied. "And I'm not going to dance any longer with you."
    That was the end of everything for Madam Hare. She hopped right into the middle of the floor and kicked every one as they passed in their dance. It was the beginning of a wild fight. Fur flew through the air, teeth gnashed. And, oh, the savage kicks! Everyone kicked, and the dust began to make them sneeze and cough. The orchestra made a gallant attempt to soothe the ruffled dancers, and dinned louder than ever; but the scuffle grew worse.
    Bobbin thought it time to tell her father who it really was that had caused all the trouble. When Brer Rabbit heard her story he at once made for the culprit.
    Blinky saw him coming and tried to hide; but Brer Rabbit never moved his eyes from that young bear. Tapping another big rabbit on the shoulder he asked for his assistance and together they grabbed Blinky, firmly holding his front paws. Blinky kicked with his hind legs as hard as he could, but he was handicapped.

    "Let go!" he screamed. "You're hurting me."
    "You young trouble maker!" Brer Rabbit cried, as he gave Blinky's arm a pinch. "Out you go!"
    By this time all the other rabbits had ceased fighting and stood watching the excitement. The orchestra kept playing and an angry note crept into their drumming.

    "I've a good mind to take the young bounder to old Mother Ferrit," Brer Rabbit exclaimed.
    "No, don't do that," called out Madam Hare. "Let me punish the young rascal."
    Blinky shivered with fear. Madam Hare had such big feet and could give a very big kick. How he wished he had a tail round his hind parts. Scowling and showing her teeth Madam Hare pounced on Blinky.
    "You little wretch!" she screamed, "you've ruined my tail, and its moulting time. I'll have none for a long time now."
    "You're a bully, and I'm glad I did it," roared Blinky trying to kick her.
    "Hold his arms!" Madam Hare commanded, as she turned her back to Blinky; then quickly looking over her shoulder she measured her distance.
    Blinky waited for the kick. His eyes screwed up tightly and he tried to tuck in the part where his tail should have been.
    "Thud! Thud! Thud!" Madam Hare certainly forgot to be shy.
    "Oh! Oh!" wailed Blinky, "Stop! Stop!"
    Roars of laughter came from all the rabbits.
    "Throw him out! Throw him out!" they called loudly.
    Madam Hare gave him a parting kick as he shot through the
doorway.
    Blinky was pushed towards the opening of the cave and Madam Hare gave him a parting kick as he shot through the doorway.
    He landed on his paws quite ten feet away. But thank goodness he was safe from the angry rabbits and Madam Hare.
    He shook himself and gently patted the place where the kicks had struck.
    "Savage animal!" he called at the top of his voice; and at once a head appeared in the opening.
    "Chase him! Chase him!" the rabbits cried; but Blinky did not wait to be chased. He was running as fast as he could, colliding with corners, bumping his head and snubbing his nose.
    Panting, he reached the entrance of the burrow; but oh! horror of horrors, Madam Hare's large feet came thudding behind him.
    "I'll catch you; I'll catch you!" she called. "And off to Mrs Ferrit you'll go!"
    Blinky nearly fainted with fright. He felt quite giddy, and his breath seemed to catch in his throat.
    His heart pounded and thumped and his legs would notgo fast enough.

    Out into the moonlight he raced, crying and whimpering, stopping just a moment to look behind to see where that Madam Hare was.
    Now her head came through the burrow and on she raced.
    "Save me! Save me!" Blinky called at the top of his voice; but he hadn't the faintest idea who could rescue him.
    Suddenly the branches cracked and a brown form came hurriedly hopping through the undergrowth. It was Angelina Wallaby.
    "Quick! Quick! Angelina," Blinky called. "Madam Hare's going to take me to Mrs Ferrit."

    "Is she? Well, she's not," said Angelina in a determined voice. "Here! hop on my back as quickly as you can. Hurry up. She's coming!"
    Blinky scrambled on to Angelina's back as quick as winking, and before he'd settled down safely she gave a hop and away they went.
    Madam Hare was stupid enough to think she could hop as quickly as Angelina and she plunged through the bushes calling wildly; but Angelina's hops were too long for her, and very soon Madam Hare gave up the chase.

    She looked a sorry sight with her stumpy tail showing bone, where only a few hours ago a beautiful white tuft reposed, her whiskers were bent and broken, and her ears hung limply sideways. Her coat, that had taken hours to polish and brush, was covered with dust and tiny twigs, and her eyes were blood-shot.
    She flung herself on the ground and kicked the dust in temper. If only she could have seen Blinky at that moment, she would have eaten anything that chanced to pass her by, for he was having a beautiful ride, flying along on Angelina's back—not caring tuppence for Madam Hare and her tail.
    "Lucky for you, Master Blinky, I happened to be out looking for supper," said Angelina in between hops.
    "I'm so glad, dear Angelina, you came along. That Madam Hare has a very nasty temper."
    "And what about your mother's when you arrive home?" chuckled Angelina.
    "Do you think she'll be very angry?" Blinky inquired, quite frightened at the thought of it now.
    "She's ramping," exclaimed Angelina, "and so is Mrs Grunty."
    "What will I do?" asked Blinky in a whisper.

    "Oh, tell the truth!" said Angelina. "If she spanks you, well—you know you really deserve it."
    Things must be pretty bad at home thought Blinky when Angelina speaks like that. However, if he was to have a spanking, the sooner it was over the better. Very soon Angelina hopped to the bottom of the tree where Blinky lived. The moon had sunk behind the hill, and the first kookaburra's chuckle could be heard. A galah screeched in the tree as she looked at Blinky and Angelina.
    "Stop that noise!" Blinky grunted as he shook his paw at her.
    Everything was extraordinarily still. No Mrs Koala was to be seen, no Mrs Grunty and no Snubby.
    "They must be asleep!" Angelina whispered in a low voice. "Climb up to your bed quickly and don't make a noise."
    "All right, Angelina," Blinky replied. "Good night, and thank you for saving me."
    "Good night," Angelina purred. "Keep sitting if your mother spanks you." After giving this good advice she hopped away into the bush.
    Blinky climbed quietly—ever so quietly up the tree. He peeped over the branch where his mother usually slept. There she was, and Mrs Grunty with Snubby too, all curled up together, sound asleep, with their noses snuggly tucked down on their tummies.

    Up past them Blinky climbed, hardly daring to breathe, and he kept climbing until he reached the highest branch, then, too tired to think any more about a spanking, he fell asleep.
    Mrs Koala awoke when the sun peeped over the hill. "Oh, dear," she sighed, "that naughty Blinky! I wonder where he is. Now I'll have to start hunting for him, and when I do find the young cub he'll know all about it."
    Peering up among the branches to see if any leaves would tempt her for breakfast, she was astonished to see a furry body that looked very much like her son.
    "Blinky!" she called in a stern voice, "is that you?"
    "Yes, mother," came a meek little reply.
    Come down here! Mrs Koala ordered.
    "Come down here!" she ordered.
    Blinky thought it wise to do as he was told, so slowly climbed down to his mother.
    "Where have you been?" Mrs Koala demanded.
    Not Mrs Spotty's? Blinky asked in a frightened voice.
    "Looking for some leaves," Blinky replied, his nose quivering with fright.
    "Now, no stories, my son, where have you been?"
    Blinky had never seen his mother look so angry, so he decided to tell the truth.
    By this time Mrs Grunty and Snubby were awake and sat staring with eyes of amazement.
    "Smack him!" Mrs Grunty exclaimed.
    "Wait till I hear his story," Mrs Koala replied, and she felt rather annoyed with Mrs Grunty, as it was not her business to tell her what to do with her own son.
    Blinky told his story, keeping several parts to himself, about pushing Mrs Spotty in the pool, and grabbing Madam Hare's tail.
    "Very well, Blinky," Mrs Koala said when he had finished his tale, "you are going to boarding-school after this."
    "Not Mrs Spotty's?" Blinky asked in a frightened voice.
    "No!" Mrs Koala replied, "you'll go to Mrs Magpie's!"


    Just as this book was going to press, the publisher
asked me for another drawing of Blinky Bill. I wrote to Blinky asking
for his latest portrait and this is what he sent me.
    About Blinky Bill: The Quaint Little Australian

    Aunt Anns Lesson-Book - Part 3

    THE WATCH.

    Charles had a watch. It cost a shilling; but though the hands moved round, it did not tell the hour, because it had no wheels inside. It was only a play-thing.
    If little children do not mind their learning, they will be of no more service in the world than Charles's watch. Though they may look pretty outside, and be finely dressed, they will be of no service to themselves or other people.
    A real watch that is good, goes well; and a clever boy that is good, will make a good man.

    THE BIRD'S NEST.

    THE BIRD'S NEST.

    A fly was caught in a spider's web. "Poor fly!" said Frank, "you shall not be eat by that cruel spider." So Frank broke the spider's web, and the fly got away and flew about again.
    The same day Frank saw a bird's nest in a hawthorn-bush. I believe it was a goldfinch which built the nest; but Frank took it and broke all the eggs.
    "You are worse than the spider, Frank," said his father: "he caught the fly for food; and you took the nest and broke the eggs for mischief. You are a bad boy, Frank."

    THE WORK-BOX.

    "I think I will cover my old work-box with this pretty blue paper," said Lucy. "Pray, Sally, make me some paste. What is paste made of?"
    "Paste is made of flour and water, boiled and stirred until it is very smooth."
    Lucy covered her box very neatly, and laid it by to dry: "And now," said Lucy, "I will fill my flower-glasses with fresh water."
    "Do so," said mamma; "but first, Lucy, wash your hands."
    "No, mamma, I will fill my glasses first."
    Lucy's hands were dirty with the paste. The glass slipped from her hand: it broke: she cut her hand, and spoiled her box.

    THE RED COW.

    A RED COW.

    A man was leading a red cow across a common, and he saw a poor woman with a little baby and two small children, sitting on a bank by the wayside. It was in summer, and the day was very hot.
    "Do pray give me a halfpenny," said the poor woman.
    "I have no money about me, not even a halfpenny, or you should have it, my good woman; but if you have a cup in your wallet, I will give you and your children a draught of milk."
    She gave him a cup, and he milked the cow; and the poor woman and children drank the milk, and thanked the good man very kindly.

    THE GOLD FISHES.

    "Oh, how pretty! Look! look! George, at these fine gold fishes. How they swim about in this glass of water! May I feed them, mamma? What do they eat?"
    "You may give them some crumbs of bread; but do not try to catch them, or frighten them by tapping with your finger at the glass."
    Their scales are all gold, and silver, and purple. How beautiful are the works of God.

    THE PARROT.

    THE PARROT.

    Charlotte talked a great deal: she was always talking; and every one in the house was glad when she was gone to bed, that they might have peace.
    Charlotte one day took a walk to see her aunt, who had a parrot in a fine gold cage. The little girl wished to speak to her aunt and cousins; but the parrot made such a noise, they could not hear a word she said.
    When Charlotte came home, she complained of the noisy parrot; and her mamma said to her, "Well, Charlotte, when you chatter too much, and too loud, think of the parrot."

    THE SUN.

    The sun is rising in the east. Come, George, and see the fine sight. How thankful should we be to God, who made the sun, and gave us eyes to see it.
    "Where has the sun been? and why did he leave us last evening?"
    The sun did not leave us, but we left the sun. The people who live on the other side of the world, and under our feet, had the sun all last night, when it was quite dark with us. But you are too young to know what I mean: when you are older, and have read a good many clever books, you will know more about the sun.

    THE MOON.

    What is that thin, bright cloud, like a bow in the sky?
    It is the moon.
    The moon! nonsense! The moon is round, for I have seen it very often.
    Yes; but the moon is only round when at the full: that silver bow in the sky is the same moon; and every day it will look larger and larger, until it is quite round; and then every day it will look smaller and smaller, until it becomes a small bow, as it is now. When you can read, you will know more about the moon; but now it is time to go home.

    THE TULIPS.

    THE TULIPS.

    "Do throw away those ugly onions," said Robert: "they shall not be planted in my garden."
    "They are not onions fit to eat, master," said the man: "they are the roots of a fine flower; so let them alone until June, when you will see how gay your garden will look."
    But Robert was a wilful lad; and the next day he dug up all the onions, as he chose to call them, and threw them over the wall upon the common.
    A poor little girl was passing by, to gather mushrooms to sell; and she picked up the roots and took them home. Her mother knew what they were, and planted them in her little garden; and she had fine tulips, which she sold in the market, and bought a pair of shoes.

    KIND MAMMA.

    Little Emma was very ill with the measles, and quite blind for many days. She did not know any one who came near her bed-side; but it pleased God to save her life, and she began to get well.
    The first person she saw was her own good mamma, who had never left her a moment, all through her illness. When Emma thanked her for her kindness, she said, "I will always do as you bid me, mamma; and when I am as old as you are, I will try also to be a good mamma to my sick little girl."

    KIND PAPA.

    Papa was an honest grocer, and he had long talked of buying a handsome horse to ride upon, with saddle and bridle, all very pretty; but he put it off from day to day, and a whole year passed, and no fine horse was bought.
    At last on new-year's day, Frank said, "Father, why not buy a horse, as you said you would: it would only cost fifty pounds; and I saw you counting fifty pounds in bank notes this morning."
    "So you did, Frank," said his father; "but it is all gone now. I have just paid your schooling for one year, and I cannot afford to buy a horse yet; for it is better that you should learn to read, than that I should ride about."

    GEORGE IN THE BOAT.

    GEORGE IN THE BOAT.

    George was promised by his uncle to go upon the water in a boat, if he would behave very well.
    Uncle got into the boat, and so did George, and so did his sister Jane; and for a little time George behaved very well; but, at last, he would not sit still. He got up, and jumped from side to side in the boat, and stooped over the edge, and would have fallen over and been drowned, had not sister Jane caught him by his frock.
    Children should sit still in a boat, and do as they are bid by older folks.

    JANE NEAR THE FIRE.

    The same little boy was sitting in the parlour, on a stool near the window; and sister Jane was sitting on another stool, too near the fire, I am sorry to say; as a spark flew out of the fire upon her frock, and she might have been burned.
    Brother George saw the spark; and though he was a very little child, he had a great deal of courage; (as all boys ought to have;) and he got up and ran to where Jane was sitting, and stamped upon the fire that had caught her frock, and put it out.
    Children ought not to sit too near the fire.

    THE LOBSTER.

    "What is that black beast, with tiny legs and long claws?" said Frank.
    "It is a shell-fish, and is called a lobster."
    "That it is not," said Frank, very boldly: "it is not a lobster. I have seen a great many lobsters in my lifetime, and eat the claw of one or two; and I say lobsters are red, and this is black."
    "Yes, they turn red when they are boiled. So do shrimps, and crabs, and cray-fish. But this lobster is alive, and therefore is black."
    Lobsters are caught in the sea, in baskets with small holes at the top, through which they can get in, but cannot get out again.

    THE BLACKSMITH.

    "Well, I would rather starve than have dirty hands, and naked arms, and a face all over smoke and soot," said John Bold, as he was driving with mamma, in her carriage, past a blacksmith's shop.
    The honest man was at his work, shoeing a horse.
    When the carriage returned, it was dark; and it rained and snowed, and the roads were very rough, and they were very much jolted. Soon after, the linch-pin of the wheel, which keeps it on, came out; and they were in great distress, and could not get on.
    Then one of the servants went and got the blacksmith to make another linch-pin. So we see, though it is a dirty business, yet it is a very useful one.

    THE WHEAT-FIELD.

    Look at this brown field of earth. The men are going to plough it. Then they will harrow it and break the clods of earth; then they will sow the seed; and with sun and rain, and God's blessing, the corn will grow. What comes next?
    Then comes weeding and reaping, and binding, and casting, and stacking, and thrashing, and grinding, and winnowing, and kneading, and baking nice large loaves of bread.
    Then, all that little children have to do, is to eat the bread, with grateful hearts, and give some to little children poorer than themselves.

    THE LARK.

    Look at the lark! How high he flies, and how loud he sings! His little wings flutter in the sun. The wind blows strong, but it does not blow him away. He is soaring over his nest, which he has built on the ground among the corn. I wonder how many little ones are in his nest. We need not try to find it, for we must not tread down the corn.
    Now the lark is coming down. There he comes: there he drops. And now all is silent.

    PUSS AND THE MOUSE.

    Indeed, Puss, you are very wicked to torment that poor harmless mouse. If the mouse is your food, and you are hungry, why not eat it up at once, and not keep teasing it so?
    Edward could talk very kindly about Puss and the mouse; but the next day he caught a cock-chafer, which he said he would spin. His father took it from him, and let it go again, and said, "Puss knows no better when she torments a mouse; but you do, and know it is very cruel to torment insects of any kind."

    THE LOADED GUN.

    THE LOADED GUN.

    "Let that gun alone, Charles; do not touch it."
    "Why, it is not loaded," said Charles; "for I saw Tom fire it off before he came in."
    "No matter," said Mary: "let it alone, Master Charles. You have been often told how many persons have been killed by children playing with guns, and pointing them at their brothers and sisters in play."
    It was well that Charles did as Mary the maid told him, for the gun was loaded; and had he handled it, he might have shot himself or Mary.

    THE YOUNG CROW.

    What a number of crows flying through the air. Some of them are smaller than the rest. They are young ones. Their parents are teaching them to fly.
    If they could talk, they could tell us where they had been, and what they have seen all this morning; but I dare say, though we cannot know what they are cawing about, they know themselves.
    Some of them are very busy among those high trees. I think they are going to build their nests. The old crows will teach the young ones.

    THE BARN.

    A barn is a large place, and very useful. It holds all our wheat, and oats, and barley, and hay, and straw.
    And we can put up a swing in it; and, in the cold and frost, we can let the poor gipsies, who have no houses of their own, come and sleep in it.
    They never steal our poultry, or ducks, or geese, or pigs, or sheep; but they make us pretty baskets, and mats, and nets, and matches. In summer they live in tents on the common; and in winter we let than come and sleep in our barn.

    THE CLOUDS AND THE SKY.

    The deep blue sky is full of bright clouds. The sun is going down in the west; and the clouds are all gold, and silver, and purple, and red, and yellow, and crimson. And there is the moon and the bright star near it. How they shine upon the sea! and how calm the sea is! Look at the hills, how green they are! and how ripe the corn looks! The little birds are singing sweetly, and the hedges are full of roses and sweet flowers.
    The sun is gone: the clouds fade away: the birds are gone to sleep. Good night, little boys and girls.

    THE END.


    Printed by Harvey, Darton, and Co,
    Gracechurch-Street, London.




    [End of Aunt Ann's Lesson-Book by Anonymous]

    Aunt Anns Lesson Book - Part 2

    THE WHITE DOG.

    Fanny had a pretty little dog, and she loved it very much; and the little dog loved Fanny. It was a white dog, and she called it Lily. One day her brother Frank, who was a wild and a naughty boy, caught Lily, and blacked him all over: I do not know how.
    Poor Fanny cried sadly, and thought her dog was lost; for she did not know him again in his black coat. But when the called him, he knew her voice, and ran to him, barking for joy.
    Papa was very angry with Frank, and made him wash Lily himself, and he was a white dog again.

    THE HORSE IN THE POUND.

    Poor horse! he is in the pound, because he broke into a field that did not belong to his master.
    Little Tom was passing that way, and was very sorry for the poor horse, andwent and gathered him some grass from the hedge, because the horse could not get to it himself; and he fed him through the rails.
    Soon after, the owner of the horse came to take him out of the pound; and when he saw little Tom feeding the poor dumb beast, he said, "You are a kind little boy, and I will give you a ride home on horseback." So the man took him before him, and little Tom had a fine ride home.

    THE PICTURE.

    What a large picture that is! What is the name of that great beast with a great head?
    It is a lion.
    He looks very angry. I would rather see a lion in a picture, than a real lion.
    What a pretty picture is here! It is like mamma; but I would rather see my real mamma, than mamma in a picture.

    THE BEE.

    Will George have some bread and honey?
    Yes, nurse; pray give me some. It is very good. Oh! go away, you great ugly fly.
    You may thank that ugly fly, George, for your honey. That fly is a bee. Take care that he does not sting you.
    Will he eat some of my honey?
    No, George; but I will open the window and let him fly out. There he goes to a bed of flowers. He will suck the juice out of the flowers, and make himself some honey.

    THE ROBIN.

    Come, little Robin, and I will give you your breakfast. There are some crumbs of bread for you.
    Have you done? Now sing me a song.
    The robin flew back out at the window, and perched on an apple-tree, and sung a sweet song.
    Come hither, Emma, said mamma, and I will give you your breakfast. There are some bread and milk for you.
    Have you done? Then learn your lesson. But Emma was sulky, and did not obey.
    The robin did as he was bid, and was a good bird. But Emma was a naughty girl. At last she was ashamed of herself, and did learn her lesson.

    THE CHERRY-TREE.

    Oh! pretty white flowers upon the tree. Do, papa, pull down the boughs, and gather me a nosegay. Gather all the flowers upon the tree.
    If I do, said papa, you will have no cherries. Those flowers are called blossoms, and will, in time, turn into cherries.
    A few weeks after, little William looked up at the tree, and all the white flowers were turned into fine red cherries. Papa pulled down a bough gently, and picked him some, which made the little boy very happy.

    THE LAMBS.

    Look at the pretty lambs, how fast they run! There they go; one, two, three, four, five, six, all running up and down the green hillock. I believe they are running a race. Now they stop to play, and they butt with their little heads.
    Hark! the sheep bleat; and each little lamb runs to his own mother, and takes a suck of milk from her. The lamb comes when he is called. It would be a good thing if little boys and girls would always come when they are called, and mind their mother'

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