Manchester Democrat. [volume] (Manchester, Iowa) 1875-1930, 1908-06-17
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-THE HOUSE THAT, JACK BUILT.

THE HOUSE THAT, JACK BUILT"
MIR. Conductor" said little Louis
Rhodes. pulling at gilt-buttonea
coat-sleeve, please tell me story"
Bless my life!' exclaimed Captain
Sam, of Express No. 55. The train
had just pulled out from Newcastle,
and as there was long run without
a stop, the tired conductor had drop.
ped into back seat to rest a bit,
when Louis came up and asked for a
story.
Bless my life!" said Captain Sam,
II don't know. story to my name,
except, Here is the house that Jack
built.'n
Don't tell me that" answered the
little boy. Il know that myself" and
he began to rattle off:
This is the house that Jack built.
This is THE rat that lived in the house
that Jack built:
This is the cat that caught the
rat"
Stop right there!" said the CON
ductor; that reminds me Of some.
thing. On my last trip East, as l
went through one of the coaches ito
look at tickets. r found little girl
about your size sitting in a seat by
herself. Tickets, l said, without
thinking. Mamma has ,em. says
she. an she's gone to get drink OF
water. But won't you please take my
orange to that little girl back there
with the red hankcher ON her head
Her mamma has forgot to give her
amy
II looked for the little girl with
the red handkerchief, and saw poor
woman with five children. They did
not look as II they had had much to
eat, but nobody was paying any at
teution to them.
Maybe your mamma won't like
you to give away your orange said
"The little girl opened her eyes
very wide, and says she: 'tWhy, Cap'n
my mamma loves me to give things!
All right says I, and went back
to the little party and gave the
orange; and says l, in loud tone OF
voice, This is from little girl whose
mamma just loves her to give things.
AT that, ever 50 many mothers
pricked up their ears, and presently
saw another little girl bring box OF
lunch to the poor children. 'Ah,' says
to myself. this is like that old song
about the house that Jack built. This
| is the cat When got that far
a lady pulled a pretty little cap out
of her bag, and, says she: won't you
let your little girl wear this Tam-o.
Shanter?'
Il went on singing easy to myself
Where is the dog, that worried the
cat, that killed the rat that lived in
the house that Jack built?' And sure
enough, there was boy giving some
things out OF his pocket don't know
what. So 1t went on till those for.
'orn little chicks had more things
than few; all because one little kind
heart gave 'em her orange. Now,
small boy, get of my knee I've got
to ring the bell for the engineer to
whistle. Go and see If you can't start
another 'house that Jack built -
Elizabeth P. Allen, in Dew Drops
MOTHER BIDDY'S STORY.
am hen and my name is Mrs
Biddy. ] should like to tell you the
story of what happened to me last
spriag.
had been in the habit OF laying
one egg a day in the corner mes,
in the hen-house, but-in some strange
way these eggs always disappeared
What was ms surprise to find, one
day in April, fifteen eggs in my nest!
was so pleased sat on them, and
| spread out my. feathers, and KEEP
them warm for three weeks and the1
fourteen eggs became chickens. One
wouldn't change, and had to be left
was proud mother when / lee
my fourteen children. all dressed IL
yellow down, out Of the hen-house tt
ournew and ccmmodious barrel home
had such time naming them!
The first day could only think O.
Fluff, Puff. Buff, Duff and Muff. The
next day ! thought of Downy and
Brownie. Then couldn't think O
any more. and the rest of my chin
aren were never named; but it die
not matter, for thee were So many
| of them and they were so lively,
always got excited, forgot their name!
and called Them I'll "Clucx! Cluck!'
o the dear little ones, how soor
they learned their Lessons! Why, wher
they were only one day old they
learned to eat, pick and peck, and to
sleep huddle-cuddle!
Every one of the little dears could
sing "Feep-a-peep!" They were ss
happy playing games. "Hide-and
seek" was the favorite. Fluff and Puff
or Buff or Duff or Muff would hide
under my feather OR wing, and sticl
little head out and sing. "Peep!'
Then all the others would run t.
seek. The most exciting game was
called "tug of life,' or pulling the
squirm worm" Whenever in my
scrae ching I found a wiggly worm,
always CLICKED my loudest clucks
and all the little chicks would run
pell-mell. Whoever got the worn
would run, and all the others Join the
fun.
They grew so fast and ran about s.:
lively l had all could do. with four
teen such children under my feet, te
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