amusement, you should happen to find instruction, so much the better. FANNY FERN. CONTENTS. PAGE A RAINY DAY 7 THE BOY WHO WANTED TO SEE THE WORLD 25 THE JOURNEY 35 A PEEP OUT OF MY WINDOW 61 THE CIRCUS 64 WHAT EVERY LITTLE CHILD MAY SEE 70 A STORY FOR BOYS 72 KATY’S FIRST GRIEF 76 OUR NEW DOG DASH 87 FUN AND FOLLY 89 HISTORY OF A FAMILY OF CATS 96 THE POOR-RICH CHILD 102 THE HOD-CARRIER 107 THE TOM-BOY 120 THE LITTLE MUSICIAN 124 LIONS 128 THE CRIPPLE 133 BESSIE AND HER MOTHER 145 RED-HEADED ANDY 150 LITTLE NAPKIN 155 THE SPOILED BOY 160 PUSS AND I 166 LUCY’S FAULT 169 UNTIDY MARY 176 A LUCKY IRISH BOY 183 THE CHILD PRINCE AND THE CHILD PEASANT 191 THE WILD ROSE 194 JENNY AND THE BUTCHER 204 THE TWO BABES 212 THE LITTLE SISTERS 215 OURS; OR, A LOOK BACKWARD 220 CHILDREN’S TROUBLES 224 THE VACANT LOT 230 “FOOLISH NED” 233 GREENWOOD 235 BED-TIME 242 SOLILOQUY OF OVERGROWN FIFTEEN 248 A TEMPERANCE STORY 250 ALL ABOUT HORACE 256 A WALK I TOOK 269 SUSY FOSTER 273 “FEED MY LAMBS” 276 TWO LIVE PICTURES 280 A RIDDLE 282 THANKSGIVING 284 A RAINY DAY, AND WHAT CAME OF IT. “Oh, dear, I knew it would rain to-day, just because I didn’t want to have it; every thing is so dark, and cold, and gloomy; drip—drip—drip—oh, dear! had I made the world, mother, I never would have made a drop of rain.” “What would the cattle have had to drink, then?” “I am sure I don’t know; I don’t see why they need drink. I could drink milk, you know, mother.” “But if it didn’t rain the grass would all dry up, and then the cows would give no milk.” “Well, I don’t know any thing about that. I know I don’t like rain, any how; do you like a rainy day, mother?” “Yes, very much: it gives me such a nice chance to work; I have nobody to interrupt me. I can do a great deal on a rainy day.” “But I have no work, mother.” “Ah, that is just the trouble: time lies heavy on idle hands; suppose you wind these skeins of silk into nice little balls for my work-basket?” “So I will; won’t you talk to me while I am doing it? tell me something about yourself, when you was a little girl—little like me; tell me the very first thing you can ever remember when you was a tiny little girl.” “Bless me, that was so long ago that you will have to give me time to think. Can you keep your chattering tongue still five minutes, while I do it?” Susy nodded her head, and fixed her eye very resolutely on a nail in the wall. A long pause. “Hum—hum,” muttered Susy pointing to her lips, as her mamma moved in her chair. “Yes, you can speak now.” “Have you thought of it, mother?” “Yes.” “Well, that’s nice; let me get another card to wind that skein on, when I have done this; I hope it is a long story, I hope it is funny, I hope there ain’t any ‘moral’ in it. Katy Smith’s mother always puts a moral in; I don’t like morals, do you, mother?” Susy’s mother laughed, and said that she didn’t like them when she was her age. “There now—there—I’m ready, now begin; but don’t say ‘Once on a time,’ I hate ‘Once on a time;’ I always know it is going to be a hateful story when it begins...