[Transcriber's Note: This book was printed with two stories, back to back. Reading from the front cover, it is "The Goody Side, " where children arewell-behaved and polite. Reading from the back cover forward is "TheNaughty Side, " where children behave quite differently. The stories arepresented sequentially in this text. Page numbering is independent ineach story. ] ------------------------------------------------------------------------ THE GOODY-NAUGHTY BOOK THE GOODY SIDE BySARAH CORY RIPPEY With illustrations byBLANCHE FISHER WRIGHT RAND McNALLY & COMPANYCHICAGO--NEW YORK Copyright, 1913, By Rand McNally & CompanyAll rights reserved Edition of 1927 Made in U. S. A. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- THE CONTENTS PAGE HONOR BRIGHT, PRESIDENT 9 ROSE-RED AND RUTHIE 11 THE TREE GAME 14 BILLY BOY'S MAGIC KEY 16 POLLY'S NEW APRIL FOOL 18 THE THREE B'S 23 TEDDY'S HELPERS 26 THE RED-LETTER DAY 30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [Illustration: Honor Bright faithfully fed all his pets] HONOR BRIGHT, PRESIDENT When Honor Bright went to live in the country the very first thing heasked for was some real live geese, to join the chickens, and the pussy, and the rabbits already on the farm. "Will you remember to feed them every day, son, if I get you a pair?"asked his father. "Yes, papa, " said the little boy. "Honor bright!" When he promised "Honor bright, " he always kept his word. And he said"Honor bright" so many times a day that finally Honor Bright became hisname. "Quack, quack!" cried Mr. And Mrs. Goose the day Honor Bright's fatherbrought them home. "What a fine place!" "Isn't it!" said Mother Hen. "And just wait till you know Honor Bright!" "Just wait!" echoed the Rabbit Gray family, and Mr. T. Cat. Honor Bright was as good as his word, and the geese grew fatter, andfatter, and fatter. "Good morning, Mr. T. Cat, " cried Mr. And Mrs. Goose early one morning. "Had your breakfast?" "Of course, " answered Mr. T. Cat; "Honor Bright always feeds me the veryfirst thing. " "You must be mistaken!" cried Mr. And Mrs, Goose. "Honor Bright alwaysfeeds us first. " "But Honor Bright gives my children their breakfast _very_ early!"cackled Mother Hen. "Well, " squeaked Father Rabbit Gray, "we've all _had_ breakfast; andthat's the main thing. Now, let's make Honor Bright president, becausehe's so good. That's the way people do, you know. " Just then Honor Bright came out. "Hail, President Honor Bright!" theyall cried. Honor Bright thought they said, "I love you. " And really, it meant thesame thing. [Illustration: Every day Rose-Red cut fresh flowers and arranged themfor the house] ROSE-RED AND RUTHIE It was Rose Mary's mother who named her Rose-Red. Rose-Ready, it was atfirst, because Rose Mary was always ready to help. Then it became justRose-Red, for short. Rose-Red had much of the sweetness of her name flower, and few of thethorns. That is why, when Ruthie slapped her, Rose-Red didn't slap back. But she came home crying. Rose-Red's mamma gathered her up in her arms and comforted her. "Ruthie's probably sorry now, dear, " she said. "Perhaps she will tellyou so by and by. Will my little girl be Rose-Ready, if she does?" "Rose-Ready for what, mamma?" Rose-Red sat up and dried her eyes. "Rose-Ready-to-Forgive. " Rose-Red nodded. "I think I'll gather the posies now, " was all she said. Every day Rose-Red cut fresh flowers in the garden and arranged them forthe house. It was the one thing in all the world she liked best to do. The roses she always left till the last--"for dessert, " she explained. [Illustration: Rose-Red's mamma gathered her up in her arms andcomforted her] "Roses, dear, " she said, as she tucked them one by one into theirspecial bowl, "what would you do if your best friend slapped you?" Just then a thorn pricked Rose-Red's finger. "You'd prick her, wouldyou?" Rose-Red laughed. "That's because you are only a rose and don'tknow any better. It wouldn't be nice for a little girl to prick. I _do_know something better!" Rose-Red chose six of the finest roses and carefully clipped off alltheir thorns. Then she ran to the gate between her yard and Ruthie's, and slipped them into a covered box beside it. This box was Rose-Red'sand Ruthie's post office. Nearly every day something went into it fromone little girl to the other. Four o'clock was mail time. Postman Rose-Red hid behind a bush andwatched. Presently Postman Ruthie came down the path. She opened the box and tookout the fragrant "letter. " Then she laid something inside, drew down thecover, and ran back. It was Postman Rose-Red's turn now to open the box. Her letter was a_real_ one. It said, "I'm sorry. " Rose-Ready-to-Forgive flew through the gate. "Ruthie! Ruthie!" she called. And then Rose-Red kissed Ruthie, and Ruthie kissed Rose-Red. And thatwas the last of Ruthie-Ready-to-Slap. THE TREE GAME When Margaret and Benjy were getting over the measles their mammainvented a new game to amuse them. "You might play you are trees, " she suggested. "I'm a pine tree!" cried Margaret. "So'm I, " agreed Benjy. "Pine trees sing, you know, Benjy, " Margaret went on, "so we must sing, too. " And the two struck up a lively tune. Too-dle-dee, too-dle-dee, doo-o-o! It was not the pine trees, however, that sang it. "Oh, an organ man!" "Oh, a monkey!" And both little pine trees raced tothe window. The organ man smiled. "Dance, Tessa, dance!" he cried to his littlegirl, grinding away with all his might. And then how Tessa's little brown legs did flash back and forth, and inand out! And what funny tricks the wee monkey did! [Illustration: How Tessa's little brown legs did flash back and forth] When the music stopped Jocko scrambled up to the window and politelypresented a cup to the trees. "Pennies, please, " the funny, wizzenedlittle face seemed to beg. The pine trees brought their banks and shook the pennies out, one byone, into the cup. Then the biggest pine tree thought of something. "Wait a minute, " she cried, and disappeared. When she came back shecarried two plump bananas. "Here, " she said, handing them out through the window. Tessa smiled her thanks politely, but Jocko just fell to munchinggreedily. The pine trees hung out of the window and watched Tessa and her fatherand Jocko as they went off down the street. Finally the biggest pinetree turned to the littlest pine tree. "I'm not a pine tree any longer, Benjy, " she announced. "I'd rather bethe kind that _gives_ something. I'm a banana tree now. " "So'm I, " echoed Benjy. BILLY BOY'S MAGIC KEY Billy Boy had a magic key. He carried it in his face. There was a secretabout this key--it always opened doors into pleasant things. His mammahad taught him that. Billy Boy was playing in the yard one day when his mamma came to thedoor. "Billy Boy, Billy Boy!" she called. "I want you to do some errandsfor me!" When Billy Boy hurried up to the steps his mamma handed him two baskets. "One is to carry the groceries I've ordered, Billy Boy, " she said; "andthere's a cake for Mrs. Thomas in the other. You can leave it on the wayto the store. " Billy Boy's face clouded. "I--I'd rather not go there, mamma, " he said. "Mrs. Thomas is so cross. That's what the boys say. " "That's because they tease her cat, Billy Boy. Remember about the key, and you'll be all right. " [Illustration: Chief Hughie thought it would be fun to shoot atsomething that moved] [Illustration: She plunged her hand deep down in her pocket and drewout a bright new nickel] Billy Boy picked up his baskets and marched off. Pretty soon, thump, thump, thump! went Mrs. Thomas's brass knocker. The door flew open. "No, " said Mrs. Thomas's loud voice, "I don'twant--" Then she stopped. Billy Boy was using his magic key. "I'm Mrs. Sheldon's little boy, " explained Billy Boy, pulling off hiscap. "Mamma sent you a cake. " Mrs. Thomas just could not resist that key. "Thank you, child, " shesaid, smiling, and lifting out the cake. "Wait a minute, " as Billystarted down the steps. She plunged her hand deep down in her pocket and drew out a bright newnickel. "Here, " she said, "buy some candy. " The nickel was clutched tightly in Billy Boy's hand when he reachedhome. "Look what she gave me!" he cried. "And she wasn't a bit cross. Itmust have been 'count of the key. " And the magic key? Why, it was Billy Boy's own sunny smile, to be sure. POLLY'S NEW APRIL FOOL "You're losing your hair ribbon, Polly, " remarked the twins as theirsister sat down to breakfast one first of April morning. Polly hastily felt of her head. "April fool! April fool! April fool!" shrieked the twins joyously, pounding on the table. Polly glared at them. It was raining, and Polly, who hated rain, nevercould take a joke on a rainy day. "You're a pair of very rude boys, " she said. "Nobody but horrid, roughboys like you would ever think April Fool's any fun!" And she sulkedthrough her breakfast without another word. But Helen was different. Helen liked rain. Moreover, she didn't in theleast mind being fooled, and she laughed just as hard as anybody whenshe put salt on her mush instead of sugar. [Illustration: She fell to work with a will, rolling and folding] When she went upstairs to put their room in order, however, the roomshe and Polly shared, the steady drip, drip, drip of the rain made herremember Polly's unhappiness, and it troubled her. A robin, singing his rain song in the tree outside, cocked his headsaucily as Helen went to the window. "Help her-r-r! Cheer her-r-r! Help her-r-r! Cheer her-r-r!" sang Mr. Redbreast over and over again as he swung on the dripping branches. "That's a good idea, Mr. Redbreast, " Helen answered. "I'm sure she needsit. But how shall I do it?" Mr. Redbreast winked wisely. "You'll find a way--a way--a way!" hetrilled. Helen spanked a pillow and stood it in its place on the bed. "Thank you, Mr. Redbreast, " she answered politely. "I'll try. " Mr. Redbreast gave his tail a pleased little shake and flew away, leaving Helen to spank the other pillow and to wonder what she could doto "help her-r-r, cheer her-r-r. " A blue ribbon was hanging out of the top bureau drawer. "The verything!" cried Helen. "I'll straighten out her drawer. It's always in amuss!" And she fell to work with a will, rolling, and folding, andarranging things in neat little piles. The baby stood watching her. "There! What do you suppose she'll think ofthat, Buddy?" she asked, as she gave the last pile a happy pat. Then anew idea popped into her head. She flew downstairs, took a sheet ofwriting paper out of the desk, and printed something on it in big blackletters. Then, running back to her room, she laid the paper on the rowsof nice neat piles and carefully closed the drawer. "I hope she won't mind, " she said with a twinkling little smile as shepulled Buddy up on her lap for a story. The story was only half finished when Polly burst in. "What do youthink, Helen!" she cried, tossing her hat and coat in an untidy heap onthe bed. "I'm invited to a party! What shall I wear?" [Illustration: "Help her-r-r! Cheer her-r-r!" sang Mr. Redbreast] She ran to the bureau and pulled open the top drawer with a jerk. Withinlay Helen's paper. Polly picked it up. "April fool!" she read aloud. Shelooked into the drawer, then at Helen, her face brightening into asudden smile with her surprise. "Helen, you're a dear!" she cried. "And I'm just a silly, cross oldbear! This is just the loveliest April fool that ever was. I didn'tsuppose folks could play _nice_ April fool jokes. " Just then the sun came out from behind a cloud and peeped through thewindow. Helen pointed to it. "Another nice April fool for you, Polly. " But Polly wasn't listening. She stood quietly thinking for a moment, then she picked up her hat, shook out her coat, and started toward thecloset. "April fool!" she said with a laugh, as she hung them inside. "That'sanother joke on you, Miss Polly Untidy Crosspatch. A few more Aprilfools might turn you into neat Miss Polly Polite. It's about time youturned over a new leaf. " "I think I hear it rustling, " said Helen, listening. "Hear-r-r! Hear-r-r! Hear-r-r!" chirped Mr. Redbreast joyously from thetree. [Illustration: He started for the house with an armful of wood] THE THREE B's The Three B's Club had only one rule--each member was to try every dayto be all three of the B's. Usually it was quite easy to be one B. Often it was not so verydifficult to be two B's. But to be three B's was many times very, veryhard indeed. The Saturday Ned Brown's father gave him the new catching glove was oneof those times. Ned wanted to go out and try the glove. Just as he wasstarting, however, Mrs. Brown called him. "Ned, " she said, "the wood box is empty!" Ned knew what that meant, but he remembered B Number Two in time to keepfrom frowning. "All right, " he called back cheerily, and went out, whistling, to thebarn. Thwack! went the ax into the wood. Ned was strong, and every blow told. His mother, hearing the chopping, smiled to herself. She knew about theB's. "Whew!" said Ned presently, stopping for breath. "This is being B NumberOne, all right. Two B's in one morning aren't so bad!" "Hi, Ned!" came over the fence as he started for the house with anarmful of wood. "Why don't you come over? You said you had a new glove. " "Have, " answered Ned as two other members of the Three B's climbed intosight. "Wait a minute. " He dumped his wood into the box in the kitchen, and then ran proudlyback with the precious glove. "Here it is. " The boys felt of it, pinched it, tried it on. "It's a dandy. Come on andcatch!" they urged. "Can't just yet. You can use it till I come. " And Ned returned to hiswork, while the boys ran off with the glove. The Three B's met at Ned's house that afternoon. The club alwaysreported once a week on their success as B's. [Illustration: Mrs. Brown was just coming in with a pitcher of lemonade. ] "I don't have any chance to be B Number Three, " complained Ned, when histurn came to talk. Mrs. Brown was just coming in with a pitcher of lemonade. "I knowbetter, Ned, " she said. "How about chopping wood when you wanted to playball? That made all three B's this morning--Busy, Bright, and Brave. " "And I know another B Number Three, too, " cried Ned Baker. "How aboutloaning us your catching glove when you hadn't used it yourself?" Ned smiled shyly, and B Number Two was written all over his face as heslowly sipped his lemonade. TEDDY'S HELPERS Christmas was near, and there were only a few pennies in Teddy's applebank. "I'm afraid I won't have money enough to buy them, mummie, " said Teddywistfully. "Won't you--" His eyes looked the question his lips wanted toask. "No, Teddy, " said his mother. "For then it would be my present insteadof yours. " "But Arthur's hands get so cold carrying the clothes!" Teddy's eyes fellto his own hands, which were always snug and warm in their red mittens. The washerwoman's little boy had no mittens. "Earn some money, Teddy, " suggested his mother. Teddy's face fell. "How can I?" he said. "Keep your eyes open and do the thing they tell you to do. " "All right, " answered Teddy. "I'll try. " [Illustration: How the snow did fly as he dug and scraped and shoveled!] At that moment Father Sun, who had been peeping through the window, slipped behind a cloud. "Children, " he said to the little clouds, "there's a boy down below whowants to earn money to buy mittens for a boy who hasn't any. I want youto help him. " "We will, Father Sun, " cried the little clouds. Then the sky began togrow so dark that the earth people looked up and said, "I do believeit's going to snow!" And it did. Soon the air was filled with great fluffy, whirling flakes, tumblingeagerly down to help Teddy. "Not so close!" cried the first flake as the others came down on top ofhim. "We'll make it too hard for Teddy if we pack tight together. " "That's so!" cried the others. And so they settled very, very gently. All night the snowflakes fell. In the morning Father Sun poked his headout from behind a cloud. "My, my! How fine the earth looks!" he exclaimed. "I think that's aboutenough, children. " And Father Sun smiled so broadly that the earthpeople said, "How dazzling the sun is!" and squinted, and rubbed theireyes. When the last flake had settled in its place, Teddy buttoned on hisleggings to go out. "Are you keeping your eyes open this morning, Teddy?" asked his mother. Teddy laughed. "Of course, " he said. "I couldn't see if--" Then hestopped abruptly. "It _is_ a way, isn't it, mummie!" he cried. "Yes, " she said. "I think I hear twenty-five cents dropping into theapple. I will give you that much if you will shovel a path to the gate. " "Goody!" cried Teddy. Then he hunted up the snow shovel and fell towork. "Teddy! Teddy!" Teddy looked up. The old lady across the way wasstanding in her door. "I'll give you a quarter if you'll clean my walk. " "All right!" Teddy shouted back. And then how the snow did fly as he dugand scraped and shoveled! "My, my!" said Father Sun. "What an industrious boy!" And he smiledtill Teddy grew quite warm, and the busy hands in the red mittens werenever once cold. When the day was over, four bright quarters lay snugly in the applebank. The day before Christmas Teddy emptied the bank and went shopping. Andthat night, when the washerwoman's boy came for the clothes, on top ofthe basket lay, not mittens, but a pair of thick gloves lined with wool. Father Sun was so happy about it that he smiled all Christmas Day. Andso did Arthur. And so--more brightly than either--did Teddy. THE RED-LETTER DAY "What's a red-letter day, Nora?" asked Betty, coming into the kitchenwhere Nora was doing the Saturday baking. "It's a day when something 'specially nice happens, " answered Nora. "Why?" "Mamma just said it would be a red-letter day if she got _all_ hermending done by night. I wish, " added Betty wistfully, "that I couldmake it a red-letter day for her!" "You can!" cried Nora. "I'll show you how to make a cake, and then shewon't have to make it. She can have the time to mend. " "Goody, goody!" cried Betty, when her mamma said she might try. "I didn't tell her about the red-letter part, " she explained, as she andNora measured and beat and stirred. "That will make it another kind ofred-letter day--S for S'prise. " The cake came out of the oven light and flaky and beautiful. [Illustration: "I didn't tell her about the red-letter part, " sheexplained, as she beat and stirred] "Wouldn't it be nice, " sighed Betty, "if it could _only_ have a red Sright in the middle?" "It can, " said Nora. "Make it of those tiny red candies of yours. You'llhave to work fast before the icing dries. " When the S was finished it was pretty crooked, even for an S. But therewas no doubt at all about what it was. When dinner was on the table Betty brought in the cake and set it beforeher mother. "Well, well, well!" cried Mrs. Arnold. "What a fine little cook I have!But what is the S for, Betty?" "It stands for Saturday, mamma, " said Betty. And then she told all aboutthe red-letter plan. "It was a dear plan, " said her mother. "And I did finish the mending. And now I'll tell my little girl something else. S stands for Saturday, but it stands for another word, too--it stands for my Sunshine, " shefinished, giving Betty a loving kiss. [Illustration: TURN OVER] ----------------------------------------------------------------------- THE GOODY-NAUGHTY BOOK THE NAUGHTY SIDE BySARAH CORY RIPPEY With illustrations byBLANCHE FISHER WRIGHT RAND McNALLY & COMPANYCHICAGO--NEW YORK Copyright, 1913, By Rand McNally & Company All rights reserved Edition of 1927 Made in U. S. A. ----------------------------------------------------------------------- THE CONTENTS PAGE "WILLIE WON'T" 9 MOLLIE AND THE POUTS 11 INDIAN HUGHIE 14 "I FORGOT" 16 HOW SAMMY WAS CURED 18 THE GOING-TO CLUB 23 WHEN P'RAPSY SAID "YES" 26 WHAT HAPPENED TO WAGGLES 30 ----------------------------------------------------------------------- [Illustration: "S-s-s-t!" spit pussy, scurrying to the top of the pump] "WILLIE WON'T" It was baking day at Willie Wright's house. Willie was on hand, asusual, to scrape the dish and tease for raisins. Suddenly Jennie the cook threw up her hands. "Oh, dear, " she cried, "Iforgot to order baking powder! Willie, will you--" Bang! went the door, and off ran Willie down the path, with Laddie athis heels. "I won't go to the store!" he grumbled. "Wil-lie!" called Jennie from the house. "Won't, won't, won't!" Willie screamed. The next-door pussy was sunning herself in the Wrights' yard. "Sic 'em, Laddie!" cried Willie. "Wow-wow!" barked Laddie joyously. "S-s-s-t!" spit pussy, scurrying to the top of the pump. "Wil-lie-e-e!" Willie dropped down beside the fence, out of Jennie's sight. "She c'n goherself, " he said. Laddie cuddled down beside him. It was warm in the sun, and the locustswere droning drowsily in the grass. "Oo-ff! Oo-ff! Oo-ff!" snored Laddie. Willie nodded--and nodded--and nodded. "Ho-ho!" came a voice over the fence. "Willie Won't! That's a funnyname!" "Funny!" retorted another voice. "It's ugly. Willie Will would be farnicer. " "Nobody named Willie Will would ever set a dog on a cat, " came a thirdvoice. "No, " said a fourth, "nor run off and hide when there are errands todo. " And then the four began to sing-- "Willie Won't's a horrid boy! No one will like him till He helps when people want him to And turns to Willie Will. " Willie jumped to his feet and looked around. The neighbors' sunflowersnodded solemnly over the fence. "Willie Will, " they seemed to urge. Willie started for the house. "Willie Will, " he echoed, as he went upthe path. [Illustration: She sat on the couch and sulked because she could notgo out to play with Little Sister] MOLLIE AND THE POUTS Until the Pouts got to work on Mollie she was a very pretty little girl. But when she sat on the couch and sulked, and sulked, and sulked becauseshe could not go out to play with Little Sister, the Pouts turned herinto a very ugly little girl indeed. "Ouch! You hurt!" cried a little voice, just as a Pout drew Mollie'smouth down at the corners. Mollie started. She had forgotten that she was holding Dear Doll Daintyby the arm, and she let go of her in her surprise. "Well!" cried Dear Doll Dainty. "It's a wonder that fall didn't break myhead. Why didn't you lay me nicely on the couch? My, what a sour face!" With that, Dear Doll Dainty stepped up to her own special trunk, whichstood open in the center of the floor, and put on her hat and slippedinto her coat. "Wh-what are you going to do?" asked Mollie, staring. "Going away, of course. I don't care to belong to a little girl with thePouts. " Dear Doll Dainty walked to the door. "Wait a minute, Dear Doll Dainty, " squeaked the rabbits that werecapering around the top of the wall; "we're coming too. " And with agreat scurry, down slid the bunnies. "We're tired of trying to make across little girl happy. " "So are we, " added the roses on the curtains sweetly, as they letthemselves down by their thorns and walked to the door on their stems. "And we. " The pillows Mollie's impatient little fists had puncheddropped to the floor and started off. The trunk slammed down its lid and followed the pillows, the bureaufollowed the trunk, the book Mollie had thrown on the floor followed thebureau. "Pardon me, " said a deep voice, "but I am tired of being sat on andhaving heels dug into me!" Up went the couch. Bump! went Mollie on thefloor. The couch walked clumsily to the door. It couldn't get through. "Tee-hee-hee!" giggled Mollie. The Pouts took to their heels. "Tee-hee--" Mollie stopped laughing and looked around in amazement. Everything inthe room was just as it ought to be, except that she and Dear DollDainty were both on the floor. But Mollie thought the rabbits winked at her as she laid Dear DollDainty gently on the couch and put the book in its place on the table. INDIAN HUGHIE Hughie had always wanted to be an Indian. One day he told his mammaabout it. "Well, " she said, "why not _be_ an Indian?" Hughie looked down at his little blue suit and his low shoes. "I can'tbe an Indian, " he said. "I haven't any bow and arrow 'r--'r anythingIndians have. And anyway, little boys can't be Indians. " "Oh, yes, they can, " said his mamma. "Indians are strong and brave. Anylittle boy can be that. How do you do, Chief Hughie?" she added, with alow bow. Hughie drew himself up until he was at least an inch taller. "Heap--heapstrong and brave, thank you, " he said gravely. That very day Hughie's mamma bought him a bow and arrow. Then Hughiefelt himself a real Indian indeed. But Chief Hughie grew tired of shooting at a mark with his new bow andarrow. It would be much more fun, he thought, to shoot at something thatmoved. Just as he thought that, a bird flew up from the snowball bush. ChiefHughie hastily slipped an arrow into his bow. Bing! it went, toward thebird. "Hughie!" Hughie turned around. "Chief Hughie, " he corrected, politely. "No, " said his mamma, "_not_ Chief Hughie. Squaw Hughie! Chiefs arestrong and brave. Chief Hughie would never shoot at a dear little bird. Only a cowardly Indian, a squaw Indian, would do that. " She came down the path and took away Hughie's bow and arrow. "Squaws don't carry weapons, " she said. Hughie threw himself down on his stomach and screamed with anger. "Squaws cry, " said his mamma. She walked back to the house, leaving Hughie sitting on the grass. Hewas wondering how long it would take for a squaw to become a chief oncemore. "I FORGOT" Inside of little Jean there lived a naughty imp. His name was "IForgot. " One time this imp made Jean do a very wicked thing. Jean owned a canary, named Goldie because of his golden feathers. Whenever Jean came into the room where his cage hung, Goldie would pourout a flood of song. But one morning when Jean came in there was no flood of song from theyellow throat. The tiny singer lay still on the bottom of his cage. Jeanslipped in her hand in alarm and drew out her little pet. "Mamma, mamma, " she cried, "something's the matter with Goldie!" The imp "I Forgot" laughed as he heard her, but Jean's mamma did notlaugh. She knew about "I Forgot, " and she laid her hand tenderly onGoldie's little body, all thin under the fluff of feathers. [Illustration: Jean slipped her hand into the cage and drew outGoldie] "Goldie has starved to death, Jean, " she said sadly. "Why didn't youfeed him?" "I f-forgot!" sobbed the little girl. "Forgot! Poor Goldie!" Jean's mamma stroked the golden feathers. "It'stoo bad, Jean, that you couldn't remember to do that one small thing forGoldie when he did so much for you, with his songs and his cheer. " Jean's tears fell fast. Her mamma looked thoughtfully at the bird. "Wecan do nothing more for Goldie, " she said at last, "but I have thoughtof a way you can help other birds for his sake, Jean. " Jean wiped her eyes. "How?" she asked. Jean felt happier when her mamma had explained the way to her. And if you should pass Jean's house some morning before breakfast, youcould see the way for yourself. For every day Jean scatters crumbs andgrain on the lawn for the birds and puts fresh water in their drinkingbowl. "For Goldie's sake, " she whispers to herself, as the birds fly down fortheir breakfast. As for the naughty imp "I Forgot, " he is fast turning into the lovelyfairy "I Remember. " HOW SAMMY WAS CURED Sammy was a pretty good boy in some ways, but in one way he was a verynaughty boy indeed. He never got up when he was called. "Ye-aw-w-w!" he would yawn. "Uh-huh!" And with that he would roll overand go fast asleep again. This always happened at least three times every morning. Often ithappened more times. Then when everybody was out of patience andbreakfast was nearly over, Sammy would come creeping down, digging hisfists into his eyes and still yawning "Ye-aw-w-w!" One morning Sammy's father had just called him the second time, andSammy had grunted "Ye-aw-w-w!" and turned over for another nap, when thedoor opened softly. [Illustration: Sammy didn't see the little man with twinkling eyes andqueer clothes who entered the room] Creep, creep, creep, came quiet steps. But Sammy didn't see the littleman with twinkling eyes and queer clothes enter the room. He didn't knowthat the little man lifted him out of bed, slipped him quickly into asack, and swung him over his shoulder. Sammy was too fast asleep to knowanything. "Crickety, flickety, fle-flo-fli!" cried the little man. And away theyflew, straight through the window! And still Sammy slept. He didn't know he was not in his own bed till thelittle man slipped him out of the sack and gave him a shake. [Illustration: "You're the little boy that never gets up when he'scalled"] "Ye-aw-w-w!" muttered Sammy sleepily. "So you are Sammy Sleepyhead!" a loud voice interrupted him. Sammy wokeup so quickly that he bit his tongue. "I know you. You're the little boythat never gets up when he's called. " Sammy looked about him in surprise. He was in a room filled with thequeerest little men he had ever seen, men with funny clothes and twinklyeyes; while right in front of him on a throne sat a very splendidperson. Sammy knew by his robes and his crown that this splendid personmust be a king. Sammy had never before seen a real king. He opened his mouth in awe. The king thought Sammy was going to yawn. "No yawning here!" he cried, giving Sammy a sharp little rap with hisscepter. "This is the Land of the Wide-Awakes. We always wake up thesleepy people. " And then, just because he knew he mustn't, Sammy yawned. "Ye-aw-w-w!" hesaid, so loud that it frightened him, and he clapped his hand quicklyover his mouth. But the king had heard him. "Sleepy Cure Number One, men!" he cried. The men in the funny clothes at once formed in two lines, facing eachother and twinkling more than ever. "Sammy Sleepyhead, step forward between the lines, " commanded the kingsternly. Sammy saw each queer little man pull a small paddle from his pocket. Hisknees were shaking with fear, but he dared not disobey. "Run!" ordered the king. Sammy started. Spat! went the first paddle. "Ouch!" screamed Sammy. "Faster!" cried the king. Spat! Spat! Spat! went the paddles as he ran. "Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!"screamed Sammy. "Done!" cried the king, as Sammy, breathless and crying, reached the endof the lines. "Awake? Cured?" inquired the king. "Uh--uh--uh-huh!" hiccoughed Sammy, wiping his eyes with the sleeve ofhis nightie. "No, you're not, " cried the king. "Only sleepyheads say 'Uh-huh. ' CureNumber Two!" Poor Sammy stood, scared and crying, while the little men, grinningbroadly now, brought big sponges dripping with water. "Squeeze!" cried the king. Squash! went the first sponge, right over Sammy's head. "Ugh!" screamed Sammy as the ice-cold water poured down his back. "Ugh!Ugh!" The next little man stepped up, lifted his sponge, started to squeezeit, then changed his mind. "Crickety, flickety, fle-flo-fli!" he cried instead. The next thing Sammy knew, he was standing in his own bathtub, wet andshivering. His father stood beside him, holding a big dipper. "Ugh! Ugh! Ugh!" gasped Sammy, while the water dripped from his yellowhead. "I'm sorry, Sammy, " said his father, handing him a towel. "But we can'thave any more of this nonsense about getting up. This will happen everytime you have to be called more than once. Dry yourself now, and hurryinto your clothes. " Sammy gulped and nodded. He couldn't think of anything to say just then. But he did as his father told him to, and never once dug his fists intohis eyes or said "Ye-aw-w-w. " The next day he joined the Wide-Awakes. Sammy Sleepyhead was cured. [Illustration: Mary Jane came back with her pail full of water] THE GOING-TO CLUB The Going-To Club had only one member. Bobby Brant was that member. Infact, Bobby was the club. It was his mother who named him the Going-To Club. It always took atleast two askings to get Bobby to do anything. Sometimes it took threeor four. Bobby was always "going to. " This club always met when there was something Bobby wanted particularlyto do; and it met most often in the spring, when the boys were outflying their kites. In the spring nobody could get Bobby to do anything. One spring Bobby had a very fine new kite that he and his father hadmade together. They named it the Skylark, because they thought it wouldfly higher than any of the other kites. But something was wrong. Insteadof sailing up gracefully, as it should, the first time Bobby tried tofly it, the Skylark pitched about so violently that Bobby had to windit in. Just then he heard Mary Jane calling, "Bobby, will you get me somewater?" "All right, " cried Bobby. "I wonder what ails it, " he added, as heturned the kite about. "Bob-by-y!" "I'm going to, " answered the Going-To Club impatiently, and straightwayforgot all about it. Pretty soon Mary Jane came down the path with the water pail. Mary Janehad little brothers. Perhaps she could tell what was the matter. "Mary Jane, " said Bobby, "my kite won't fly straight. Will you help mefix it?" A naughty twinkle came into Mary Jane's eyes. "All right, Bobby, " shesaid, and went on to the well. "Will you?" urged Bobby, as she came back with her pail full. "I'm going to, Bobby. " Bobby followed Mary Jane to the house. "Mary Jane----" Mary Jane set down the pail and went on with her washing. "I'm goingto, " she promised. Rub-a-dub! Rub-a-dub! Rub-a-dub! went the clothes. "Mary Jane----" And this time Mary Jane dried her hands and picked up the kite. [Illustration: Mary Jane dried, her hands and picked up the kite] "Tail's too long, " she said. "And, by the way, Bobby, " she added with alaugh, "what do you think about the Going-To Club _now_?" Bobby grinned and hung his head. WHEN P'RAPSY SAID "YES" P'rapsy Perrin was never quite certain about things. She always said"P'raps" instead of "Yes, " or "No. " That's how she came to be calledP'rapsy. But there was one thing P'rapsy _was_ certain about--she loved to gobarefoot; and just as soon as the first warm spring day came, P'rapsyteased to take off her shoes and stockings. But Mrs. Perrin only laughed. "You'll catch cold, P'rapsy. And you knowwhat you have to take when you get sick. " P'rapsy thought of the big white bottle on the bathroom shelf, andstopped teasing. But she didn't forget. That afternoon Mrs. Perrin went out to make some calls. "Be a good girl, P'rapsy, " she said as she left the house. [Illustration: "You'll take cold, " finally ventured the biggest littlegirl] "Yessum, " promised P'rapsy. But she must have added "P'raps" inside; forshe ran straight to the back yard and called to the two little girlsnext door. "Yoo-hoo!" she cried. "Come on over and go wading. " A pool of water had been left in the hollow of the yard by the heavyspring rains. "Dare you!" it seemed to twinkle up at P'rapsy. "Oo-o-o, I dassent!" cried the biggest little girl, carefully smoothingdown her stiff, clean dress. "Oo-o-o, I dassent!" echoed the littlest little girl. P'rapsy eyed them scornfully as she took off her shoes and stockings andsplashed into the pool. "'Fraid cats!" she jeered. "'Fraid cats! 'Fraid cats! 'Fraid cats!" The little girls watched P'rapsy in scared silence. "You'll take cold, " finally ventured the biggest little girl. "P'raps I will, " retorted P'rapsy. "You're getting wet, " said the littlest little girl. P'rapsy only sniffed. But it wasn't so very much fun, after all. P'rapsykept hearing, "Be a good girl, P'rapsy. " "Yessum. " When she had proved that she, at least, was not a 'fraid cat, P'rapsysplashed out. "You needn't tell, " she cried over her shoulder, as her bare feettwinkled back to the house. That night Mrs. Perrin heard strange sounds in P'rapsy's room:"Ker-choo! Ker-choo! Ker-choo!" She went to the door. P'rapsy wassitting up in bed. "I'b dot sick, babba, " she explained. "I'b just--ker-choo!" Mrs. Perrin left the room. When she returned she carried a big whitebottle and a spoon. "Do, do, do!" screamed P'rapsy, as her mother poured out the thick, slippery oil. "I'b dot----" What she was "dot" was lost in a gurgle and a splutter as the oil sliddown her throat. [Illustration: When she returned she carried a big white bottle and aspoon] P'rapsy was not happy. She drew the blankets up around her, and buriedher head among the pillows. "P'rapsy, " said her mother when the dose was down, "you've disobeyed me. Are you sorry?" "P-p-pr--yes!" sobbed P'rapsy under the bedclothes. WHAT HAPPENED TO WAGGLES Waggles was Jimmie's chum. He was never cross, and he loved Jimmie. AndJimmie loved Waggles, but sometimes Jimmie _was_ cross. It was when hewas cross that he tied the can to Waggles's tail. Waggles thought it was a new game, but at his first jump the can bouncedup and struck him. This frightened Waggles, and he tried to run away from the horrid, bouncing Thing. But the faster he ran the harder the Thing bounced, andthe oftener it struck him. Waggles became wild with fright, and hegasped for breath as he raced along. Suddenly he heard a voice that he loved: "Waggles! Waggles! Waggles!" Waggles stopped running, and dropped, exhausted, at the feet of Jimmie'sfather. "Poor Waggles!" said Mr. Brown tenderly as he cut the string. "I didn'tsuppose there was a boy in this town mean enough to do a thing likethat. " [Illustration: Waggles thought it was a new game] Waggles licked his hand and looked up at him gratefully. But Waggleswas too much of a gentleman to tell on Jimmie, even if he could havespoken. When Mr. Brown went home Waggles trotted along beside him. "Jimmie, " asked Mr. Brown that evening, "who tied that can to Waggles'stail?" Jimmie said nothing, but his face grew red. "Very well, " said his father. "A boy who could treat a dog like that, doesn't deserve to have one. I shall give Waggles away. " Jimmie was very unhappy. He cried himself to sleep that night. But nextmorning who should come bounding in but Waggles! He jumped, and barked, and said "I forgive you" in every doggie way that he knew. Jimmie hugged Waggles, and looked wistfully at his father. "Well, Jimmie, " said Mr. Brown, "since Waggles has forgiven you, I thinkI shall have to forgive you, too. Waggles may stay. " [Illustration: TURN OVER]