he asked, staring at her. PAGE 10.] She picked a cherry and ate it. Oh, how good it
was!--all sugar and no stone. And, oh! So, little dear,
Pray feel no fear;
Go where you will;
Eat, eat your fill. The people all lived on sugar, and never quarrelled. This was very interesting to Lily, and she went to many funerals. and bit his
head off, crown and all. "Hollo, what do you want?" he asked, staring at her with his black
currant eyes, while he briskly picked the bark off a cinnamon-tree. asked the gingerbread man, in a
crisp tone of voice. Poor creatures, silly and sweet and unsubstantial! I pity 'em." I'd like to see how you live, and what you
do. "I know you will. "Sit down. "What is your name, sir?" "Ginger Snap." "Oh, tell me about it! What is the prize, and how are you promoted? "Poor stuff. No substance. Now, come along; I'm ready." "Here we are. "Yes, but no one knows it. Good joke, isn't it?" it seems as if I was there," said Lily, longing to hop down,
but afraid of the bump at the other end. It's a
great art, and worth knowing. "Why, of my freedom. Now you
know. Here's your reward." Away, away! "Ha, ha! cried Lily, feeling the charm of the homelike
landscape, in spite of the funny plump people moving about. "Thank you. asked Lily, feeling as if she had seen both
these little people before, and liked them. "He was Ginger Snap once, but he's a Muffin now. We begin in that way,
and work up to the perfect loaf by degrees. My name is Johnny Cake, and
she's Sally Lunn. asked Lily, when she got her breath again. "We farm, we study, we bake, we brew, and are as merry as grigs all day
long. said Sally,
jumping up as if she liked it. he asked, as
he rolled and folded his bits of dough with a dab of butter tucked
inside. cried Lily. "I feel better already, and mean to learn
all I can. Not like this,
though these rolls are better than cake. asked
Lily, as Muffin paused with a smile on his face. "Yes, it is. I'm sorry to have you
go, but I don't wonder you want to see your mother. "He is here," said Sally, touching the loaf. "All right. "Bears and foxes." "Well, we can shoot squirrels and snare woodchucks." "We've got our bows, and I found an old trap behind the barn." I know how." "Got matches in my pocket." Let's see." "Oh, up in trees or on beds of leaves, like the fellows in our books. I ain't afraid. panted Billy, when at last they stopped for
breath. That was true; for Tommy's poor mamma was tired of trying to keep the
lively little fellow in order, and had got used to seeing him come out
of all his scrapes without much harm. This is Mullin's, and he's gone
off with our prog. "Not as mad as I am. Which will you
do, old cry-baby?" said Tommy, laughing at the other boy's dismal face. "There's a quiet pool below here, you go and fish
there. I'll pick the berries, and then show you how to get dinner in the
woods. "Don't want any. Broil 'em on the coals, or toast 'em on a forked stick. He's a bouncer," roared Tommy, from the
berry bushes some way off. "A raccoon, I guess, or a big woodchuck. But he's a real beauty." asked hungry Billy, ready for a fried crocodile
if he could get it. "If he's a raccoon, we can; but I don't know about woodchucks. said the man. answered Tommy. asked the man. "Hunters," said Tommy. said the man, looking interested as well as amused. "But I want the skin." asked the man, seeing the hungry look. "We don't live in town; we are at Mullin's, in the valley. No hurry; we
know the way, and we want to have some sport first. We don't have those here, and bears are scarce. That was true, and the man knew it. "Oh, I say, let's go! Such fun, Billy! I know you'll like it. Come on, and don't be a molly-coddle," cried Tommy,
wild to go. Good-by. It was so tame, and trusted me, I was very mean to
kill it." But, alas! I want my turn." How to get him down was the next question. That
he was afraid to try; for the ground was hard, and the fall a high one. "They are looking for us, but they won't hear us. wailed Billy, longing to drop, but afraid. "I won't go far, and I'll come back as quick as I can. You are safe up
there. But
it was too deep, and he was too stiff with weariness and the fall to be
very nimble. It's rather good
fun, though, if they only find me. I ain't afraid, and it isn't very
cold. I always wanted to sleep out, and now I'm doing it. "The fat boy won't take it so easily, I fancy. "Hush up, and come on! "Wal, I never!" "He's all right, only scared out of his wits. Then the hunter leaped down, and gently touched the brown
cheek. Wake up here, little chap; you are wanted at home. he asked, looking up at the hunter with a
grin. "Got lost, didn't we? NEW ISSUES. By NORA PERRY,
author of "Another Flock of Girls,"
"Hope Benham," etc. By A. G. PLYMPTON,
author of "Dear Daughter Dorothy," etc. By JULIANA H. EWING,
author of "Jackanapes," etc. Selected by MARY W. TILESTON,
author of "Daily Strength for Daily Needs." By JEAN INGELOW,
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author of "The Katy Did Series," etc. LITTLE TOMMY TUCKER. By SUSAN COOLIDGE. By LOUISA M. ALCOTT,
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