"Willy has been washed so clean now, that he may go home to breakfast like the little "But my face is not washed," said

fish." Willy.

May I put my face down into

the water?" And nurse popped his head in once, and when it came out of the water it was all running down with rain, and the drops were falling from his curls. Then nurse kissed Willy on his wet lips, and wrapped him up again in the blanket, and carried him through the dark nursery and through the gate into the garden, and up the garden into the house, and upstairs into the bedroom. Papa and mamma were nearly dressed now; and nurse wiped Willy with soft towels, and rubbed him till he was quite red all over, and then she dried his head and combed his curls, and

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then she put on his shirt and his flannel and his petticoat, and his blue frock and his brown pinafore, and pulled on his socks, and buttoned his shoes, and sent him down to breakfast with his papa and mamma. Willy ran all the way downstairs, and he called out, "Mamma! mamma!" all the way too, because he could not open the door himself, and he wanted to get in directly. And before he got to the door papa opened it, and Willy ran into the parlour directly, and saw mamma sitting at the window with her feet on a stool, and the baby on her lap.

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WILLY'S BREAKFAST.

Now Willy always had breakfast in the nursery in London. In this nice parlour he would have been very happy without any breakfast, but he was to have his breakfast too. On the table was a white cloth, and there were cups and saucers, and the teapot, and the milk-jug, and the sugarbasin, and the urn. The urn was very large and tall. Willy had never seen an urn before, and did not know that it held the hot water for putting into the teapot with the tea. So when he saw the smoke coming out of it, and heard it make a noise, he said, "Is that a steam-engine?" And his papa lifted him upon the table, and

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took off the cover of the urn, and shewed him the hot place in the middle, which kept the water hot all round. And then mamma said, “ Willy looks very hungry;" and papa lifted him down off the table and put him upon his chair. Willy had a chair with a stick in front in London, but that was left behind, and he was very pleased; for now he sat on a nice round stool on the top of an arm-chair, like the chair mamma was sitting in to make the tea. Willy's bread-and-milk looked very good, and smoked liked the urn; but though Willy was very hungry, he only ate one spoonful, and then leaned his head upon his hand, for he wanted to look about the new room. The window had white curtains, and it was open, and three red flower-pots stood out