BROAD

MARCUS

BEIFAST

Thos- Crane
llen-Houghton

CHILDREN'S BOOK

COLLECTION

*
LIBRARY OF THE

UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA
LOS ANGELES

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IN

SWALLOW-FLIGHT,

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WE'LL MAKE OUR

LITTLE TOUR TOGETHER.

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Frontispiece
Title-page

A A

Railway Crossing
Railway Station
of

32 33

,,

The Departure

PARIS

The Gardens

the
...

On

the

Way
:

8
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Palais Royale

34
35

Going on Board Crossing the Channel

FOLKESTONE

On

the Boulevard
Tuileries

...

The
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Gardens
...

36

BOULOGNE The
:

Buffet

Punch and Judy

37
38

The Hotel

Musee de Cluny
Staircase of

...

The Quay The First Morning

in

Henry II. The Man in Armour

39
40
41

France
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The "Zoo"

'Good-night"

Church of

St.

Ouen
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The Pony Tramway The Swans

...

42 43

Blind Pierre
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Rue de

1'Epicerie

A Flower Stall A Day at Versailles

La Fontaine des
cents
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44
45

...

The Creche

Inno...

The Schoolroom
School Drill
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47 49

A.

The Markets

CAEN

The Arrival The Hotel The Hotel Kitchen The Washerwomen The Knife-grinder
Chocolate and Milk

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The Luxembourg Gardens

...

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The Merry-go-round

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CALAIS

The Night Journey to Calais The Water-Gate

:

DOVER

Homeward Bound
"

The Lacemakers

" Bon Retour

THE VERSES ARE BY VARIOUS WRITERS

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MYWith

READERS,
little

would you

like to

go abroad,
?

for just at

an hour or

so,

friends of different ages

all

Look

them

in these pictured pages

Brothers and sisters you can see,

children of one family.

kind.

Their father, too, you here

will find,

Three years ago

their

Mother

died,

and good Miss Earle, their teacher and ever since has Father tried

To give his children in the Spring some tour, or treat, or pleasant thing. Said he, last Easter, " I propose, for Nellie, Dennis, Mabel, Rose,

trip

abroad
all

to

go with
"

me
!

to Paris
"
!

and through Normandy."

" But
"

Then
Turn

exclaimed,

Oh

glorious

Said Rose

"We

can't leave

him

at

may not Bertie go with us ? home." Then Father said he too should come.

and see the children packing busily. The next page shows them in the station at Charing Cross. Their great elation Is written plainly on their faces. "Time's up Come, take your places Bell rings
to the Frontispiece

'."

The "Folkestone Express" sped on

like

a dream,

And

there lay the steamer fast getting up steam.

^^T/^K

'

W&&

W*

EN

at the

THAcross

Folkestone harbour,

down they go
below
see,
;

Nellie,

Miss Earle, and Bertie too appear,

rear.

the

gangway

to the boat

Whilst Dennis, with the rugs, brings up the

Mabel and Rose

just crossing

you can

May

looks behind her with an anxious

last,

air,

Each holding her new

doll

most

carefully.

Lest Father, at the

should not be there.

Our children once on board,

all safe

and sound,

But while the turmoil loud and louder grows,

"

Watch with
The
"

delight the busy scene around.

I'm glad the wind blows gently," whispers Rose.

as the steamer swiftly leaves the quay,
glee.

noisy steam-pipe blows

this is just the noise

and blows away,

like,"

And

Now

we

they say.

Mabel and Dennis almost dance with

CROSSING THE CHANNEL.

sea
is

THE Passengers look The

The Mate
Look
Steering to-day
at
is

calm, and clear the sky

bright,

and

only a few clouds scudding by " Are we not lucky in the day say,
:

"
!

stands in the wheelhouse there, and turns the wheel with watchful care

work enough ; what must

place

it

be when weather

's

rough

him

in his sheltered

Tis not such fun

Nellie

for

he hasn't got a merry face him, you know, he goes so often to and fro.
at the vessel's lengthening track
!

and Father, looking back, glance

far," says Nellie,

"

How

"we have come

good-bye, good-bye, dear English

gaily talking

home

'
!

Dennis and Rose and Mabel, walking upon the deck, are
Says Mabel,
"

No

one must forget

to call

my new

doll 'Antoinette';

Travelling in France, 'twould be a shame for her to have an English name."

Says Dennis, Says Rose, to

" Call her what you

will,

so you be English 'Mabel

I think the

'

still.

Dennis drawing nigher, "

wind

is

"

getting higher
little

" If a gale blows,

do you suppose, we

shall

be wrecked?

"

asks

Rose."

chatting WHILEthe swift AlbertDennis, came safe to the pier And Victor

with

Rose

lost all

her fear

At Boulogne, where they landed, and there was the Jn waiting to take up the travellers again. But to travel so quickly was not their intent On a little refreshment our party was bent. Here they are at the Buffet for dinner they wait And the tall garspn, Andre, attends them in state.
:

train

HI

At a separate table sits Monsieur Legros, behind him his poodle, Fidele, you must know, Who can dance, he's so clever, and si and on his head, Or upon his nose balance a morsel of bread. Mabel takes up some sugar to coax him, whilst Nell Calls him to her Fidele understands very well "Why! he must have learnt English, he knows what we say," Mabel cries, " See! he begs in the cleverest way."

And

to the

THEM To remain
After so

till

Hotel on the quay they all went the morrow they all were content
;

much fatigue Father thought it was For the children were weary and needed the
Pictured here
is

best,
rest.

the

room

in that very Hotel,

Where so

cosily rested

Rose, Mabel, and Nell.

ili

Mabel dreamed of the morrow of buying French toys Rose remembered the steam-pipe, and dreamed of its noise. Nellie's dreams were of home, but she woke from her trance
:

Full of joy, just to think they were really in France.

Very

early next morning,

their

you see them

all

three

Looking out from

window

that faces the sea.

14

THE FIRST MORNING

TJ ERE
*

IN

FRANCE.
all

they see a P^tty sight,

bright
:

After breakfast

went out

Sunny sky and landscape

To
The

view the

streets,

and walk about

Fishing-boats

move up and down,

and brown.

ancient city-walls, so strong,

the English flag for long.

With

their sails all red

Where waved

Some

to land are drawing near,

still

Toy shops

too they went to see,

:

O'er the water

and

clear,

Spread with toys so temptingly

Dolls of every kind were there,

Full of fish as they can be,

Caught

last

night in open sea.

With eyes

that shut

and

real hair

On

the pavement

down

below,
fro,
-

And,

in

a brightly-coloured row,

Fishwives hurry to and

Doll-fisherfolk like these below.

Calling out their fish to sell " What a noisy lot," says Nell,

Prices marked, as

if

to say,
"

"

Come and buy

for

us,

quick, to-day

"

What

a clap

clap

clap

they

make
take.

One

Mabel, one for Rose,

With

their shoes

each step they

Two
"

for Bertie I suppose,

Wooden-

shoes, I

do

declare,

Father bought.

Then

all

once more

And oh

what funny caps they wear!

Set off travelling as before.

'T*O Rouen next

*

they went, that very day,

heard strange places called out by the way, Where bells kept tinkling while the train delayed At Amiens ten minutes quite they stayed.
:

And

Dennis bought chocolate to make a They had three dinners in the train,

feast

at least.

At Rouen here they are at last, though late The bedroom clock there shows 'tis after eight

Mabel looks
Beside the

tired

she

lies

back

in her chair

wood
"

fire

burning brightly there.

!"

Next morning, through the quaint old streets of Rouen They went to see the old church of Saint Ouen,

Rose says

Good-night

to Bertie fast asleep,

With eager

feet,

and chatting

as they walked,

While her own eyes can scarcely open keep.

About the ancient Town, together

talked.

" SAID This

Dennis, first, city bold

to us

Belonged

In days of old." " Here Said

Nellie,

Prince Arthur wept

By

cruel

John

prisoner kept. Here Joan of Arc

Was tried and When fickle fate

burned

Against her turned." " Said Rose, Oh dear It makes me sad

!

To

think what trouble

People had Who lived once in

This very town,

Where we walk

gaily

Up and

down."

NOW great Of
The

they have
St.

come

into the entrance

;

wide
side,

Ouen's Church

see, side

by

Dennis and Nellie going on before:

others watch

yon beggar

at the

door

Poor blind Pierre; he always waits

Listening for those

just so,

who come and

all

those

who

go.

He
May

tells his

beads, and hopes

day

that
to

some
come.

think of him, 'mongst those

see,

who chance

Though he can't

he

is

so quick to hear,

He knows
And
"

a long, long time ere one draws near,

tin

shakes the coppers in his well-worn

it

Click, click,"

goes

see, Bertie's gift drops in.

'Tis his one sou that Bertie gives

It

away
this very day.
last,

might have bought him sweets

through
its

When
Along

St.

Ouen's Church they 'd been at

its

aisles

and down

transept passed,
there to see

They went to the Cathedral, The tomb of Rolf, first Duke

But Mabel
said,

of Normandy.

"

Why

should we English care

About

that Rolf they say

was buried there?"

Then she ran

on, not waiting for reply

My

little

reader, can

you

tell

her

why ?

Cathedral was cold,

With

its

dim solemn

aisles

But outside our friends found

The sun

waiting, with smiles,

their way,

To show them

So hither they came

Along an old

street

With a hard French name,

And

still

walking onward,
streets

Through

we

can't see,

At length reached the Creche

Of "Sceur Rosalie"

Where poor women's

Are kept
all

children

day through, Amused, taught, and tended,

And

all for

one sou.

pHILDREN
v_y

are happy with "Sister" all day, Mothers can't nurse them they work far away.
Sister Rosalie, she is so kind,

^
Here
in

Good

E'en when they're troublesome, she doesn't mind. the first room the Babies we see, sitting at dejeuner round Rosalie.

Dodo is crying, he can't find his spoon

some one

will find it

and comfort him soon.

G>

Over yon cradle bends kind Sister Claire, Dear little Mimi is waking up there.
Sister Felicite', sweetly sings she,

"

Up

again,

down

again,

BeM,

to me."

school-room of the Creche

is

BCD
I

THE The
They
all

wide,

children

sit

there, side

by
to

side,

While "Sister" hears

their lessons through,

F G H J K

And when And

there

's

no more work
ring,

do

get up, and form a

M N

as they stand, together sing.

OR
U V

Now hand in hand, tramp, tramp Now in a line march to and fro,
For with the
rattle in

they go,

her hand

The

"

Sister

"

makes them understand

goes, click -clack, click-clack.

When

to

advance and when draw back

it

Click-clack

On
She

Stephanie
's

now

turn your eyes,

's

only

five,

but she

so wise

She knows the alphabet all through, And, more than that, can teach it too.
Just now, she

moves her wand

to tell Ninette,

to J,

And
But

tells
'tis

the children what to say.

no use
is

For she

but a bebe yet.

ARRIVAL AT CAEN.
'T^HROUGH
And
They
all its

Rouen when our

friends

had been,

\TEXT
*
'

up the

staircase see

them

go,
to show.

famous places seen,

Wiih/emme

de chambre the

way

travelled on, old

in

Caen

to see,

Father and Dennis, standing there,

Another town

Normandy.

Are asking

for the bill of fare.

Arrived at Caen, the travellers here

Before the chief Hotel appear,

Momieur

le

Maitie,

who

rubs his hands

And

"
says,

What

are Monsieur's

commands ?
see

'

Miss Earle, Rose, Bertie you descry

With scrape and bow, again you

The

rest are

coming by-and-by.
Maitre, with scrape and bow,
to receive

The most

polite of

men

is

he.

Monsieur

le

Stands ready

them now,
air,

And Madame
And

with her blandest

their alert Commissionaire.

\TOW that dinner is

^

ordered,

we '11 just take a peep

just see
!

At the cooks

in the kitchen

what a heap
;

Of plates
They '11

are provided, and copper pans too soon make a dinner for me and for you.

French cookery 's famous for flavouring rare, But of garlic I think they've enough and to spare.

iftl/ifcm

If
I

we ask how

their wonderful dishes are

tell

made,

'm afraid they won't

us the tricks of the trade.

they make them, I wonder, of frogs and of snails ? Or are these, after all, only travellers' tales ? The names are all down on the " Menu," no doubt, But the worst of it is that we can't make them out.

Do

IT ERE the children * * Came next morn,

Walking by The river Orne Near the poplars
;

On

Where

the green, the Washerwives

Are seen. Here they looked At old Nannette,

Wringing out The garments wet

Saw how Eugenie, Her daughter,

Soaked them
first

In running water; Watched the washers

Soaping, scrubbing,

With

their mallets

Rubbing, drubbing Working hard

With

all their

might,

Till the clothes

Were

clean and white.

qui passe," in France they call

L'HOMMEman The
Who
never stays at

who

thrives

THE
KNIFE-GRINDER

By grinding knives

home

at all,

But always must be moving on.

He 's glad
Some

to find

OF CAEN.
be gone.

knives to grind,
he'll

But when they're finished

With dog behind

to turn the wheel,

He
And
pauses

grinds the knife

wife,
:

For farmer's

now

the edge to feel

The dog behind him Of cheerful

hears the sound

chat
that,

On
And
fears

this

and
is

no knife

being ground.
jokes with careless smile,

The man makes

He

doesn't

mind

The dog

behind,
all

But goes on talking

the while.

CHOCOLATE AND MILK.

T ITTLE Lili, whose age isn't three years quite, -L' Went one day with Mamma for a long country
Keeping up,
all

A TOUT
walk,

HEURL

the time, such a chatter and talk

flowers,

Of

the trees,

and the
for

Soon she asked

For
"
this

some

cake,

and the cows, brown and and some chocolate too,

white.

was her favourite lunch every day

Dear

child," said

Mamma,

"let

me

see

dare say

'

^t^rQ,
" If I ask that nice milkmaid, and say
it 's

for you,

Some sweet milk we can

Then

get from her pretty white cow."

" I would rather have chocolate," Lili averred. " Dear Lili, please don't be absurd said,

Mamma

My

darling,

you cannot have chocolate now

can't get
it

You know we

so far from the town.

Come and
Then

stroke the white cow, see, her coat 's soft as silk. " if the White cow " But, Mamma," Lili said, gives milk,

chocolate surely must

come from

the

Brown"

LACE MAKERS OF CAEN

many a

lowly cottage in France

bobbins keep threading a mazy dance The whole day long, from morning to night,

IN The

Weaving the

lace so pretty

and light
is

nimble fingers twist The threads on the pillow not one

swiftly the

How

missed
its

Each bobbin would seem

to rise from

place

To meet

the fingers that form the lace.

wondrously quick the pattern shows From the threads, as under our eyes it grows How quickly follow stem, leaves, and flower,

How

As

if

under the spell of enchanter's power.

at old

Look

Nannette

she can scarcely see,

Yet none can make lovelier lace than she;

And

her grand-daughter Julie

just seven years old,

Is learning already the

bobbins to hold.
trace,

Without drawings to follow, or patterns to

How

can these poor cottagers fashion their lace?

fern
learn,-

From the plant and the flower and unfolding And the frost on the pane their patterns they From gossamer web by the spider wove, From natural taste and natural love
For every form of beauty and grace,

They Ve learned

to fashion their wonderful lace.

s
FOR made the following day, They
And
Kept
out of windows every one
looking,
all

Paris quite an early start

the way.
like this

And many a pretty road The train went whizzing

Where
Stood by the gates shut

past,

gatekeeper, with flag and horn,

fast.
:

That's Marie you see standing there

>c^

Now, do you wonder why A woman has to blow the horn

Before the train goes by?

Her husband
He's

is

a lazy man,

in his cottage near,

stir

He

would not
train will

a step, although

The

soon be here.
be quick -

And Marie called him, " Paul, Go shut the gate," she cried
The
lazy

" Don't hurry me, there's time enough,"

man

replied.

So Marie had

to go,

you

see,

And And

take the horn, and blow.

every day

it's just

the same,

She always has

to go.

EN ROUTE
on they go, clatter Past stream and gentle valley, Until the engine wheels turn slow,

BLATTER
And

stop at length to dally

in the

For dinner-time full half-an-hour Within a crowded station, While hungry little mouths devour

Spread

dining-room at hand
that
is

And

then,

when

finished,

The tempting

cold collation

The children sally in a band, With appetites diminished, make

:

To

look at

all

the folk they meet,

And

all

the other folk that

in

The porters in blue blouses, The white-robed priests, the nuns The farmers and their spouses,

France amusing so neat. Till hark! their places all must take, Without a minute losing.

crowd

The engine puffs away they fly, And soon leave all behind them

Now

turn the page, and you and In Paris safe will find them.

PARIS,

gay Pai<^
is all

so bright

Your sun

smiles,

and so fair, and there 's mirth

in

your

air.

The

children, though tired with their travelling, found That the first night in Paris one's sleep is not sound, For the hum of the streets makes one dream all the night
sights that will

Of the wonderful

come with

the light.

The morning was fine, and They soon made their way

breakfast despatched to the Gardens attached

To

the old Royal Palace,

children,

Of French

and there met a throng and joined in their games before long.
Bertie a bun.
to think
it

One boy lent his hoop, and gave And talking quite fast seemed

great fun

With nice English girls like our Nellie to play, Though not understanding a word she might say.

On

Outside of a

leaving the Gardens, the party were seated caft, and there Papa treated
all to fine ices
tell

Them

They could hardly

and chocolate too which was the nicer

;

could you

Paris,

gay Paris,
!

So bright and so fair Your sun is all smiles.

And

there

's

mirth in your air

35

IN

THE TUILERIES GARDENS.

T

N
A

the Tuileries gardens, each afternoon,

little

old

man comes
!

walking along
for just as

Now
And

watch what happens

soon

As they see him, the birds begin

flutter

their song,

about his hands and head,

And

perch on his shoulder quite at their ease,

fills

For he

his pockets with

crumbs of bread

To

feed his friends

well they

who

live in the trees,

And
That

know he

loves

them so

into his pockets they

sometimes go.

But hark to what

'Tis surely

going on over there

a Punch-and-Judy man,
I

Making

old Judy,

do declare,
she can
!

Talk French as

fast as ever

And

think,

from the looks of poor Mr.

it

P.,

He 's
But

getting

hot from his scolding wife;

'11

just wait

a minute, and then you

see

He'll beat her within an inch of her

life.

Walk

in

take a seat and you'll see her beat,

is all

And

a penny

you pay

for the treai.

shall

And WHERE
With
little

we go

to next? they

still

would

say,

they found new pleasures every day. At times Miss Earle took Bertie for a ride,
still

Rose and Mabel

side

by side;

And then their father took the elder two To see the picture galleries, and view
Historic buildings, where they sometimes rested, a bit of history was suggested. They saw a wedding at the Madeleine,

And many

Then went

And

" Notre to Dame," close by the Seine, climbed the lofty tower, to see the view
through.

Which cannot be surpassed the whole world One day their father took them all to see

A great

museum,

full

as full could

be

Of rare old furniture, of every kind The artists of the " Middle Age " designed ;

And precious things in silver and in Made by the best artificers of old.

gold,

Now
And

while another

way the

party's eyes
"

Are turned, " King Henry's Staircase

climbing up, with help from

Bertie spies,

sister

May,

He calls to Dennis, when " Come catch me quick "

!

Of merry

laughter,

he gets half-way, and then runs off, with peals Dennis at his heels.

39

T) ERTIE was

first.

" I 've

won

the race," he cried

J3 But soon upon And Bertie back in

"Oh
And
"

his lips the triumph died, fear to Dennis ran

:

Dennis, look

ran against that

man

He shook
gave
will

and

rattled so,

me such a fright " Pooh Dennis said, " And then he made a bow: not hurt Good-bye, old soldier, we must leave you now.
!

and wagged "

his head, "

He

VTEXT afternoon,
1\ Of the

while at the Zoo', a little tale they heard elephant that's there, and you shall hear it word for word.

TV

jl

UMBO
From

*'*

and Jumbo, two elephants great, India travelled, and lived in state,

JAMNdACCLIMATATION

In Paris the one, and in

London the other

50

CENTIMES

Now Mumbo and Jumbo were sister and brother.

A warm
To

invitation to
"

Jumbo came,

PRESENTER CE BILLET ATOUTE REQUISITION

VALABLE pour le Jour meme

and spread his fame. Said he, I really don't want to go But then, they're so pressing! I can't say No!"
cross the Atlantic

So away
But his

to

America Jumbo went,

Mumbo is quite content stay with the children of Paris, for she Is as happy an elephant as could be " I 've a capital house, quite large and airy Close by live the Ostrich and Dromedary,
sister

To

JARDIN D'ACCLIMATATION

TRAMWAYS
LE

tN

And we see our young friends every day," said she

"Oh,
\\

here

is

the Zoo' that would better suit me?

LAC DU JARDIN a la PORTE MAILLOT

55 CENTIMES

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O
CS

A Upon
A

STEADY

steed

is

Mumbo,

if

just a trifle slow;

:

her back you couldn't well a-steeple-chasing go

But other opportunities there are to have a ride, For there's a stud of ponies, and a camel to bestride
cart that's

drawn by oxen can accommodate a

few,

And

if

There are

such queer conveyances don't please you at the Zoo', little tramway cars too, with seats on either side,

Which

will take

Take

the ticket

you through the gardens, and through the Bois beside on the other page, and with it you may go

:-

From

the lake within the garden to the gate that's called Maillot.

IE

SWANS
our Zoo'

OO
Are
"

pretty swans,

Do you know, in
The swans
just like

of old England

you ?"
!

Don t

tejl

me

Said a cross old bird

"
I

know

better,
's

The
;i

thing

quite absurd
I

Their figures,

'in

sure,
:

Are not worth a glance If you want to see style,

You must come

to

France

With a scornful whisk

The swan turned

Spread
its

tail,

wings to the breeze

off full-sail.

And was
"
!

Ho pretty swan, Do you know, in our Zo

are not half
"
?

The swans

So conceited as you

43

A FLOWER

STALL ON
THE BOULEVARDS
at

Mere Victorine
stall in

LOOK At her
With the

the street

lily

and

rose,

And

the white marguerite,

She makes pretty bouquets

The whole

of the day
in

There are buyers

plenty

Who

pass by that way.

Little Basil

and Amelie,
:

Watching

her, stand

Up

to

Mere Victorine

Basil stretches his hand,

Can't you spare me," says he,

''A morsel of green,

Or
(

one sweet

little

flower,
"
?

)ood Mere Victorine

If

li

you come
is

for

a flower,
"
/

Fray where

your sou

Answers Mere Victorine, " I can't give one to you

Such flowers as mine

Are
for selling,

you know

You must go

to the country,

\Yhere wild flowers grow."

A DAY AT VERSAILLES.

AT

Versailles, as perhaps

you have heard,

Countless pictures ot fights

Form

the chief of the sights:

battles

Could so many great

have ever occurred?

No wonder

our children the gardens preferred

sight,

For the fountains were really so pretty a

That Bertie declared

It

and

think he was right-

was better

to play
all

Like the fountains

day,

Than such

terrible battles to fight.

45

46

FONTAINE DES INNOCENTS

ROUND Sparrows
In
its

this pretty fountain

here
;

gather

all

the year

sparkling waters dip,

From its basin freely sip, Round about their fountain

Safe

play,

and happy
is

all

the day;

Little

That

"innocents" are they. Antoine, bread in hand

:

See him by his mother stand

Saucy

little

birdies spy
it

Antoine's bread, and at

fly,

Trying each to get a share, Frightening little Antoine there.

Antoine does not wish to share,

Thinks the bread

is

all

his right,

Just to suit his appetite.

Mother
There
is

says,

"Be

kind,
this

my
is

son,

more when

done
:

ONT

Bread enough for thee at home Let the pretty sparrows come ; Give them each a little crumb."

Here our

little

family
too,

Near the fountain

we

see,

C 3 e 9 c*TTe aTj

Walking through the open space

To

the covered market-place.

47

48

THE MARKETS OF
->

PARISH-

HERE And

from morning till night they are selling and buying, from morning till night their market wares crying:

All around

you
flesh,

will find there is

food of each kind

There are

fowl,

and

fish

here for every dish.

:

The

fish-market you see on the opposite page

this stall that
I
is

On

nearest, the shell-fish appear

it

But were

to begin,

would take me an age

To tell you the names of the fish you find here. See! there's puss looking out for what she can get,
And
The
that
girl
little

boy who

is

laughing

is

Paul,

with the lobster

see

is

sister Lisette,

And he's watching to Madame Blaise, there,

And

if it

nips her at

all.

tells

Nellie her mussels are good,

But Nellie smiles sweetly and goes on her way, I venture to doubt if she quite understood

All the funny French things Madame B!aise had to say. Other parts of the market contain butchers meat, And poultry, and fruit, and salads, and greens,

And here, if you want them, quite young, fresh and sweet, Air the haricots verts which we know as "French beans."
For, from morning
till
till

night here they re selling and buying,

&<)

And from morning

night their market wares crying.

Ju
"PTr~r~~-.

"HOSE

and Bertie have a

ride

Mabel, walking at their side, Carries both the dolls, and so

THE LUXEMBOURG GARDENS.

IN
Hear
that

By

the

Luxembourg they
soon

go.
"

Over

in that Palace
is "

woman,

Who

will

buy

For the clock

marking noon

Windmill,

ball, or butterfly

"

The
(

" Senate will together come " Like our " House of Lords at home).

Josephine and Phillipe, see, Eager as they both can be.

Charles before her, silent stands,

With no money in his hands, No more sous he spent them

all

On

that big inflated ball.

Be

content,

my

little

friend,
;

Money

spent you cannot spend

With your good St. Bernard Buy more toys another day.

play.

5'

IT ERE

all the day long, Are race-horses for hire,

Who

will

come

for

a ride
!

Horses, lions,

all

ready

That never go wrong.

Bear or

tiger astride,
sit

And
Here

besides, never
all

tire.

You

shall
will

safe

and

steady.
?

the day long,

for hire.

Who

come

for a ride

Are race-horses

Lions, horses,

all

ready

Round and round they canter slow soon they fast and faster go Look at Louis, all in white, Gaspard, almost out of sight, Rose and Mabel side by side Bertie watching while they ride.
; ;

they have done, much too big to join the fun Brother Paul, with serious air, minds his little sister Claire,
till

Dennis waits

VELYSEESv ~

Thinking

if

he had a sou, she should have some pleasure too.

Then

Good-bye to Paris bright and gay you see them on their way. To travel thus, all through the night, at first they thought was fun. But by degrees they grew less bright, as hours passed one by one. " Let 's have an extra Nellie to her sisters

NOW,Calais they are drawing nigh To

said,

with regret, they

've said

rug,

And And
Then

make-believe
try,
all

and cuddle close and snug, until the night has passed, which can most quiet keep." were tucked up warm and fast, and soon fell sound asleep.
're

we

home

in bed,

time abroad, again in dreams is all gone o'er Again in Paris, as it seems, they watch the crowd once more. The "Elysian Fields," beneath the trees, are peopled with a throng Of loveliest dolls, which at their ease converse, or ride along And wondrous "Easter Eggs" in nests, abundant lie around, " And " April Fish with golden vests and silver coats, abound

The happy

Such

fleeting fancies

Dreamland lends

to pass the time

away

Until the railway journey ends, just at the break of day.

PORTE DE LA MER. CALAIS.

r

J^HE
*

last

place where they stopped abroad wns Calais, which, you know.
to

Belonged

England once
all

though that was many a year ago

It

has a beautiful old Tower,

here
's

weatherworn and brown,

And

the Sea-Gate, opening from the walls that guard the town.
!

But now Farewell to Merry France

the vessel ready waits

To

take our party back again across the Dover Straits.

HOMEWARD
we're
afloat,
its
is

BOUND.
fast

and away speeds the boat as

as
it,

its

paddles can go,

HURRAH! wind on With the

On
board, every eye

back, and a broad foaming track behind

cliffs

as white as the snow.

strained to descry the white

of our

own

native land,

And

brightly they gleam, as

onward we steam,

till

at length they are close at hand.

The sun

shines with glee on the rippling sea,

it

and the pennant strung high on the mast.

tells

But at length
See, there
is

sinks

down behind
and near
it

the grey town, and

a
fort,

us the day

is

nigh past.

the port,

and the strong old Castle of Dover

is

We 're
Then

close to the shore

all

just five

minutes more, and the Channel Crossing

farewell to the sea

over.

safe

and sound upon English ground, we bid

and
start off again as fast as the

Jump

into the train,

engine can

flee.

We We

run up to town, and thence travel

I

down

to the

home

in the country, at night

Then.

'm sorry to

say,

dear Nellie and May, Rose, Dennis, and Bertie bright,

till

must leave

in their

home

next holidays come, when,

let all

of us hope,

it

may chance

That our

trip will,

next Spring, be as pleasant a thing as our swallow-flight over to France.

55

BON
NOW THAT
AND
IS

.AS

AT LAST WE'RE SAFELY BACK AGAIN. UPON THE RAILWAY BRIDGE THE TRAIN

STAYED SOME MOMENTS, LET US SAY GOOD-BYE. AND ASK IF YOU'VE ENJOYED THE TRIP. AND TRY To THINK THAT SOON AGAIN WE'RE SURE TO MEET, ON COUNTRY ROAD OR IN THE CROWDED STREET, AND ERE WE PART, STILL LINGER FOR A WHILE, VIEWING THIS TRANQUIL SCENE WITH PENSIVE SMILE,TriE EVENING GLOW. THE RIVER'S FALLING TIDE, SAINT PAULS FAMILIAR DOME AND LONDON'S PRIDE.

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