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“Pulled through the fence! Why, what do you looking enviously toward the cottage, with her mean?" she cried.

nose flattened against the window-pane: “I wonMartha Washington's fat and jolly face was der why Thaddy does n't come back?" gloomy with prophecy.

Aunt Doxy looked up in great alarm. “Had “Yo'knows, for a fac', Miss Doxy," she said, n't he come back ?" she asked. How could she how 'tractive dem peacocks has allays b'en to de have forgotten him? But surely they could not be fam’ly down dar," and she pointed a fat, disap- wicked enough to harm a child. proving finger at the cottage, for Martha Wash- Tim was dispatched in great haste in search of ington shared her mistress's prejudices. “De gem- the missing boy. He found him in the grove beman hisself done sit on de fence in de br’ilin' sun, hind the cottage, playing with Rupert. Thaddy a-takin' of dem off wiv his pencil, an' de leetle gal was silent and ashamed under Aunt Doxy's resay her mammy done want a fan made out ob de proof. Rupert had coaxed him to play, and he Prince's tail. And see yar, Miss Doxy,”— Martha had played. That was all he would say, except the Washington solemnly drew from her pocket a expression of his opinion that “Rupert was a good brownish-drab feather,—“I done fin' dis stickin' boy, and was going to have a donkey with long in de cottage fence whar de pore bird was pulled ears.” It was evident that, in spite of the melanfroo.” And Martha Washington spread out both choly fate of the poor Princess, Thaddy had a her fat hands, as if to emphasize her proof of the great longing for the society at the cottage. “cottage people's " guilt.

Miss Doxy sat up late, expecting a message of Aunt Doxy was overcome. “O my poor Prin- some sort from her neighbors, but none came. cess!” she said. “What could they want it for?” Poor Prince Charming was uttering doleful and

“Why, to eat, Miss Doxy, o'course,” declared discordant cries for the lost partner of his joys Martha Washington. “ Dat sort o' s'picious folks and sorrows. allays get de curusest t’ings to eat. Dey took “Oh, how truly thankful I could be to-morrow,” Princess for deir Tanksgibin' dinner.”

thought Aunt Doxy, “if those people had only “What ignorant, barbarous people they must gone back to town!" be — to eat a peacock!” said Aunt Doxy. “I cer- But when she arose in the morning, a bright and tainly must write a letter of remonstrance, and jolly Thanksgiving sun was peeping above the see what excuse they can offer for so unchristian gables of the little red, olive, and yellow cottage, an act."

and an ample Thanksgiving smoke was pouring Aunt Doxy was considered by her fellow-workers out of its chimney. in church and Sunday-school as having an Aunt Doxy seated herself at the breakfast table especial gift for dealing with transgressors. So sad at heart. The children said little, and the poor she seated herself at her desk, and proceeded to peacock recommenced his wailing. Suddenly the task of bringing her sinful neighbors to a sense there came a violent knocking at the back door. of their great wickedness. She did not hesitate “The answer to my letter,” thought Aunt Doxy. to show them plainly the wrong of which they But it was n't. For the next moment there had been guilty, and she did not even deem it burst into the room a stout Irishwoman with a big fitting that, as was often the case with her, jus- basket, dragging in a shame-faced boy – Mrs. tice should be tempered with mercy. Aunt Doxy O'Flanigan and Barty! sadly feared that her objectionable neighbors were From the basket arose a voice - muffled and hardened offenders, whose hearts could not be hoarse, but still familiar, and sounding like sweet easily touched.

music to Aunt Doxy's ear. “Here, Thaddy,” she said, as she folded her O Miss Appleby, mum," said Mrs. O'Flanigan, note, "you may carry this to the cottage; come “it's kilt intoirely I am, mum, wid shame, an' the back just as soon as you have delivered it — do you hairt iv me is broke, so it is, that ivver I'd see the hear ?"

day whin me own boy — an' his fayther as sinsible And Thaddy, overjoyed at this opportunity to a man as ivver shtepped in two shoes — wud n't enter forbidden ground and have even a few know the difference betwane a turrkey an'a paymoments of Rupert's society, replied, “Yes 'm,” cock! Shure, he sez yersilf was away 'an the with suspicious docility, and ran off like a flash. young leddy guv him lave to pick out a turrkey

“I hopes nuffin 'll happen to dat boy," muttered for himsilf, and he tuk this wan, so he did, for a Martha Washington gloomily, as she went about foine large turrkey, and him a-thryin' to wring the her Thanksgiving-day preparations. She evidently neck ov it when I hears the quare voice ov the believed there were no limits to the enormities of craythur. And sez I, “Whativer air ye about, which the cottage people were capable.

ye spalpane ?' sez I; 'it do be Miss Appleby's payHalf an hour passed by, and then Becky said, cock ye have there.' An' he havin' the neck of

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the poor baste half wrung, an' the craythur near post-offis,” replied Martha Washington, scanning kilt, I was afeerd to bring her home til ye. An' it closely. “'Pears like it might be from Miss Sarah shure, I shplinthered up the neck ov her and Wilhelmina.” docthered her up wid swate ile, an' last night she'd “Oh! oh!” cried Aunt Doxy, as she read the ate a bit, an' this marnin' her voice had grown that letter, “what do you suppose Sarah Wilhelmina swate and nat-chooral 't would bring tears to the says ? She says that Mrs. Gracey knows the peooies ov yer.

And, sez I to Barty, sez I, 'Come ple in the cottage very well, and that she congratalong up to Miss Appleby's wid me,' sez I, 'an’if ulates me on having such delightful neighbors. it is n't hangin' ye 'll get,' sez I, “it's in the cowld They are Mr. A—, the celebrated artist, and his jail ye 'll spind yer Thanksgivin’-day,' sez I, ‘fur family ; and Mrs. A— is a daughter of my old murtherin' ov her poor baste ov a paycock — an’ye minister, Dr. Forristall, who is going to spend wud have murthered her but for me,' sez I. ” Thanksgiving with them !”

Barty looked as dejected as anything so small Aunt Doxy dropped the letter in her lap. “Oh, could well look; but he lifted up his gruff little that letter, that dreadful letter !” she said. “What voice courageously.

must they think of me?" “Shure, I nivver knew that a craythur could be But now Thaddy looked up suddenly from a a paycock widout a tail, at all, at all,” he said thoughtful consideration of the yellow kitten's eyes. piteously, “an' seein' it war n’t manin'


harrum “Are you sorry you wrote it, Aunt Doxy; true as I was, an' the hairt ov me quite broke intoirely, an' you live, and never do so again?” he asked solemnly, me mither's, -an' we not havin' anythin' barrin' “and would you be a little easy on a fellow ifpraties for our Thanksgivin' dinner, shure ye moit if—if an accident had happened to that letter ?” lave me off, Miss Appleby, mum,—an'shure I'll niv- Why, Thaddeus, what do you mean? Tell me ver come where I hear the voice ov a paycock agin.” instantly,” said Aunt Doxy.

Aunt Doxy was so happy to have her dear 'Well,” confessed Thaddy, "you see, before I Princess restored that she could blame no one. rang the bell at the cottage Rupert asked me to play “Never mind, Barty, you need n't feel badly," she with him, and we went out to the grove back of the said.

“You shall have the turkey I promised house, and he was making a kazoo on a comb and you; a fine, fat one, and all ready for the oven. wanted a piece of paper, and so I pulled that let- But, oh, dear,” she exclaimed, “if I only had n't ter out of my pocket, without thinking what it was, written that letter."

and tore it up, and I'm awful sorry, but — Barty's woe-begone look gave place to a beam “Thaddy, it was very, very wrong of you to be of happiness; but as he and his mother went off so careless and disobedient,” said Aunt Doxy;“but with a fine turkey in the big basket, he still pro- this time I do believe it was an interposition of tested that “shure it was not a right baste at all, Providence.” at all, that pertinded to be a paycock an' had n't And soon another letter was dispatched to the no iligint tail-feathers."

cottage, and Aunt Doxy followed it with an inviAunt Doxy was still bemoaning her sad mistake tation to dinner. And Mr. A- and Mrs. Awhen Martha Washington, who felt that perhaps and Rupert and Marguerite all came up from the she was somewhat to blame in the matter, came in cottage, and so did Dr. Forristall. And so it came with a letter.

to pass that they had a jolly Thanksgiving at Pine “Oh, dear, is it the answer?” said Aunt Doxy. Hill Farm after all. And Barty O'Flanigan had “Reckon not, Miss Doxy, it done come froo de his turkey, too.

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“I SHALL take Mamma's red sun-umbrella; it splash into the water. Now, when she saw three is so warm,-and none of the children at school will big fellows close by, she stooped for a stone, but have one like it,” said Lilly, one day, as she went just at that very minute a gale of wind nearly through the hall.

took the umbrella out of her hand. She clutched it tightly; and away she went like a thistle-down, right up in the air, over river and hill, houses and trees, faster and faster and faster, till her head spun around, her breath was all gone, and she had to let go. The dear red umbrella flew away like a leaf; and Lilly fell down, down, till she came crash into a tree which grew in so curious a place that she forgot her fright as she sat looking about her.

The tree looked as if it were made of glass or colored sugar; for she could look through the red cherries, the green leaves, and the brown branches. An agreeable aroma came to her nose. “Oh," she cried at once, as would any child have said, “I smell candy!” She picked a cherry and ate it. Oh, how good it was ! - all sugar and no stone. The next discovery was so delightful that she nearly fell off her perch; for by touching her tongue here and there, she found the whole tree was made of candy. What a pleasure to sit and break off twigs of barley sugar, candied cherries, and leaves that tasted like peppermint and sassafras!

Lilly rocked in the branches and ate away until she had finished the top of the little tree; then she climbed down and strolled along, making more surprising and agreeable discoveries as she went.

What looked like snow under her feet was white sugar; the rocks were lumps of chocolate; the flowers were of all colors and tastes; and every sort of fruit grew on those delightful trees. Little white

houses soon appeared ; and in them lived the "AWAY SHE WENT, RIGHT UP IN THE AIR."

dainty candy people, all made from the best sugar, “ The wind is very high ; I'm afraid you 'll be and painted to look like real people. Dear little blown away if you carry that big thing," called men and women, looking as if they had stepped nurse from the window.

off of cakes and bonbons, went about in their gay “I wish I could be blown away; I always wanted sugar clothes, laughing and talking in sweet-toned to go up in a balloon," answered Lilly, as she strug- voices. Bits of babies rocked in open-work cradles gled out of the gate.

and sugar boys and girls played with sugar toy She managed quite well until she came to the in a very natural way. Carriages rolled along bridge, where she stopped to look over the railing the jujube streets, drawn by red and yellow barley at the fast-running water below, and the turtles horses; cows fed in the green fields, and sugar sunning themselves on the rocks. Lilly was fond birds sang in the candy trees. of throwing stones at the turtles; she thought it Lilly listened, and in a moment she understood, funny to watch them tumble with a headlong in some way, just what the song said,


“ Sweet! Sweet!

When two friends kiss, with no tiresome school or patchwork to spoil my Come, come and eat For they honey sip

fun," said Lilly. Dear little girls

From lip to lip!
With yellow curls;
And all you meet,

So she ran up the chocolate steps into the pretty
For here you 'll find
In house or street,

rooms, where all the chairs and tables were of every Sweets to your mind. At work or at play, colored candy, and the beds of spun sugar. A On every tree Sweethearts are they.

fountain of lemonade supplied drink; and floors of Sugar-plums you 'll see ; In every dell

ice-cream that never melted kept people and Grows the caramel; So, little dear,

things from sticking together, as they would have Over every wall

Pray feel no fear;
Gum-drops fall;
Go where you will;

done, had it been warm.
Molasses flows
Eat, eat your fill;

For some time Lilly was quite happy, in going Where our river goes; Here is a feast

about, tasting the many different kinds of sweets, Under your feet From west to east;

talking to the little people, who were very amiable, Lies sugar sweet;

And you can say,
Over your head
Ere you go away:

and finding out curious things about them and Grow almonds red. At last I stand

their country. Our lily and rose In dear Candy-land.'

The babies were plain sugar, but the grown Are not for the nose ;

Sweet ! Sweet!
Our flowers we pluck
Tweet! Tweet!

people had different flavors. The young ladies were To eat or suck; Tweedle-dee!

mostly violet, rose, or orange; the gentlemen were And, oh! what bliss Tweedle-dee!"

apt to have cordials of some sort inside of them, “That is the most interesting song I ever heard,” as she found when she slyly ate one now and then, said Lilly, clapping her hands and dancing along and as a punishment had her tongue bitten by the

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toward a fine palace of white cream candy, with hot, strong taste. The old people were peppermint, pillars of striped peppermint-stick, and a roof of clove, and such comfortable flavors, good for pain; frosting that made it look like Milan Cathedral. but the old maids were lemon, flag-root, and all "I'll live here, and eat candy all day long, sorts of sour, bitter things, and were not eaten



much. Lilly soon learned to know the characters for she would sometimes catch up a dear sugar baby of her new friends by a single taste, and some and eat it, or break some respectable old grandshe never touched but once. The dear babies mamma all into bits because she reproved her for melted in her mouth, and the delicately flavored her naughty ways. Finally, Lilly calmly sat down young ladies she was very fond of. Dr. Ginger on the biggest church, crushing it flat, and one day was called to her more than once when so much in a pet, she even tried to poke the moon out of candy made her teeth ache, and she found him a the sky. The King ordered her to go home; but very hot-tempered little man; but he stopped she said, “I wont !” and, with a petulant motion, the pain, so she was glad to see him.

she knocked off his head, crown and all. A lime-drop boy and a little pink checkerberry Such a wail went up at this awful deed that she girl were her favorite playmates; and they had fine times making mud-pies by scraping the chocolate rocks and mixing this dust with honey from the wells near by. These pies they could eat; and Lilly thought this much better than throwing them away, as she had to do at home. They had candypulls very often, and made swings of long loops of molasses candy, and birds'-nests with almond eggs, out of which came birds that sang sweetly. They played foot-ball with big bull's-eyes, sailed in sugar boats on lakes of syrup, fished in rivers of molasses,

í and rode the barley horses all over the country.

Lilly discovered that it never rained, but that it white-sugared. There was no sun, as it would have been too hot; but a large yellow lozenge made a nice moon, and there were red and white comfits for the stars.

All the people lived on sugar, and never quar- ran away out of the city, fearing that some one would reled. No one was ill; and if any one was put poison in her candy, since she had no other food. broken, as sometimes happened with so brittle “I suppose I shall bring up somewhere if I keep creatures, the fractured parts were just stuck to- on walking; and I can't starve, though I hate the gether and all was right again. When they grew sight of this horrid stuff,” she said to herself, as she old they became thinner and thinner, till there was hurried over the mountains of Gibraltar rock that danger of their vanishing. Then the friends of the old divided the city of Sacchiarissa behind her from the person bore him to the great golden urn, always full great desert of brown sugar that lay beyond. of a certain fine syrup, which stood in their largest Lilly marched bravely across this desert for a long temple; and into that he was dipped and dipped time, and saw at last a great smoke in the sky, till he was stout and strong again, and went home smelt a spicy smell, and felt a hot wind blowing as good as new, to enjoy himself for a long time. toward her.

This was very interesting to Lilly, and she went “I wonder if there are sugar savages here, roastto many such rejuvenations. But the weddings ing and eating some poor traveler like me," she were better still; for the lovely white brides were said, thinking of Robinson Crusoe and other wanso sweet that Lily longed to eat them. The feasts derers in strange lands. were delicious; the guests all went in their best She crept carefully along till she saw a settleclothes, and danced at the ball till they grew so ment of little huts very like mushrooms, for they warm that half-a-dozen would stick together and were made of cookies set on lumps of brown sugar. would have to be taken to the ice-cream room to Queer people, looking as if made of gingerbread, cool off. Then the happy pair would drive away were working very busily around several stoves in a fine carriage with white horses to a new palace which seemed to be baking away at a great rate. in some other part of the country, and Lilly would “I'll creep nearer and see what sort of people have another pleasant place to visit.

they are beforel show myself,” thought Lilly, going But by and by, when she had seen everything into a grove of spice trees and sitting down on a and eaten so many sweet things that at last she stone which proved to be the plummy sort of cake longed for plain bread and butter, she began to be we used to call Brighton Rock. cross, as children always are when they live on Presently one of the tallest men came striding candy; and the little people wished she would go toward the trees with a pan, evidently to get spice; away, for they were afraid of her. No wonder, and before Lilly could run away he saw her.

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