"What is that?" asked Hamid, who was
awakened in the morning by the sound of a
voice shouting, "Great is Allah!" He and
Rashid were sleeping on the roof of the house,
as city Arabs often do in the hot weather.
"That is the 'Muezzin,'" replied Rashid.
"Come to the parapet and you can see him."
Rashid pointed to a tall, slender tower not
far away. Near the top was a small balcony,
on which a man was standing. He calls out
these words every day at sunrise and sunset to
remind the people that they must not forget
to say their prayers. In a monotonous sing-song
voice he calls: "Great is Allah! there is
no God but Allah and Mohammed is his
Prophet." When the people hear this cry,
they rise and say their prayers, always looking
toward Mecca, the Holy City.
Hamid could see five of these long needle-like
towers or minarets, and a great green
dome, rising above the tree-tops not far away.
"THEY SCATTERED THE GRAIN ALL ABOUT THE COURTYARD."
"That is the great Mosque," said Rashid;
"and we are going there to-day because—"
but he got no further, for just at that moment
a dozen or more pigeons came flying about
him, fluttering their wings on his face and
perching on his shoulders.
"Oh, what pretty birds! How tame they
are!" said Hamid, stroking the smooth wings
of one of the white doves.
"They are my pets," said Rashid. "They
come every morning to be fed. Let us give
them their breakfasts." Leading the way to
the storeroom on the ground floor, he filled
a basket with grain which he took from one
of the great bags which were always stored
there. Then they scattered the grain all about
the courtyard in the centre of the house, to the
great delight of the pigeons.
The little Bedouins were eager to see the
city; and, of course, the first place that Rashid
showed his friends was the great Mosque, as
their church was called.
It was the same where Hamid had seen the
"Muezzin" in the tower. This Mosque is
very sacred to the Arabs, and they visit it at
every opportunity, because it is the tomb of
the great Arab Prophet Mohammed. When
they reached the Mosque, they left their slippers
outside, and, after saying a prayer or two,
Rashid showed Hamid and Fatimah around
the great building.
After this they walked down the long street
that led from the Mosque to the great City
Gate. Here were gathered all the shops.
Such funny little shops! Nothing but little
rickety wooden booths thatched with palm-leaves,
and very dingy and dirty. However,
they contained many wonderful and curious
things. The children marvelled at them all.
There were great strings and bunches of pink,
red, and white coral that is found on the rocks
in the Red Sea, and there were ornaments and
jewelry made of mother-of-pearl; as well as
many kinds of strange weapons, whose handles
were inlaid with pieces of this same glittering
shell.
"Just look at that lamp," said Hamid,
"made from an ostrich's egg," as he stopped
before one of the booths where the shells of
the eggs of these big birds had been mounted
in brass and silver and made into hanging-lamps,
pipe-bowls, and vases.
Fatimah was very happy. She had found
a booth where she could buy a pretty rose-coloured
veil to replace the one she had lost
in the desert.
In the shadow of the big City Gate a number
of children were sitting weaving baskets
and mats of palm-leaves.
"How easily she does it," said Fatimah,
as they stood watching one of the little girls
plait the long strips of dry leaves into a pretty
basket.
By the time our little party had walked up
and down the long line of shops many times,
they were quite ready to go home and rest in
the balcony of the "majlis," or parlour of the
house. The children soon found that this balcony
was a very cosy nook in which to sit because
it hung out over the street, so that they
might easily see everything which went on in
the big, lively square.
The "majlis" itself, which extended back
into the house, was a great big, bare room with
a divan of cushions around the walls and a
large rug covering the floor in the centre.
There was no furniture except a low table in
the middle, on which were the hubble-bubble
pipes and a brass tray which held the coffee-pot
and cups. High up on the wall hung some
swords and guns well out of the reach of the
little folks.
Some days later Hamid was kneeling in the
"majlis" balcony and peeping out through the
carved wooden lattice which enclosed the balcony
on the street side, while Fatimah stood
behind him looking over his shoulder. Suddenly
Rashid put his head in at the door and
exclaimed: "I have been looking everywhere
for thee."
"Just come and look out on the square,
Rashid; it is full of people and camels and
horses, and tents are being put up all over it,"
called out Hamid.
"It is the big caravan that comes from
Damascus. They are the pilgrims on their
way to the Holy City," said Rashid, joining
them on the balcony. "I was looking everywhere
for thee to tell thee of it. Father says
there are many thousands of the pilgrims."
Such a bustle and scurrying about and noise
as there was in the big square. Tents were
being put up like magic, camels were being
unloaded, and horses and donkeys and dromedaries
were stamping around, and little children
were tearing about everywhere and getting
in the way,—for many of the pilgrims
take their families with them.
"There are the tents of the Pacha, the chief
of the caravan," said Rashid, pointing to the
big green tents with gold crescents on their
tops. The Pacha's tents occupied the chief
place right in the middle of the square.
"The Pacha rides in a splendid litter swung
between two beautiful horses, and those must
be his dromedaries yonder with the rich trappings,"
said Rashid, who could explain all this
to his little companions, because each year he
had seen the caravan arrive and depart, always
with the same magnificence and splendour.
It is the religious duty of all good Mohammedans,
as the followers of the Great Prophet
are called, to make at least one pilgrimage to
Mecca, the capital city of Arabia, called the
"Holy City."
THE CARAVAN ON THE ROAD TO MECCA.
For this reason every year great caravans
from far and near journey across Arabia carrying
thousands of pilgrims to Mecca.
"See! see! I do believe there is Nawara,"
cried Fatimah, "there, just by the big tent."
"Yes, it is she," said Hamid, "and there is
the old merchant, too."
With one accord the three children ran
down into the square, dodging under camels
and around tents, until at last they got to
where Nawara was standing. The little girl
was so astonished to see her friends of the desert
that for a moment she could say nothing.
Then she threw her arms around Fatimah,
crying out how glad she was to see her
again.
"But, Nawara, what are you doing here?"
asked Fatimah.
"Grandfather is going to make the pilgrimage
to the Holy City, and we are going with
the caravan because it is safer," said Nawara,
in her little wise way. "Then, too, grandfather
will be able to sell his wares to the
pilgrims."
The old merchant now joined them and was
as pleased to see them again as was his little
granddaughter. He had already put on the
special dress that pilgrims wear, of white cloth
with red stripes, and carried a big rosary of
beads at his belt. When he told them that
the caravan would stay there until the next day
at evening, the children said that Nawara must
stay with them until all was ready for the departure.
So Nawara went to the great house
with Fatimah. Later the old merchant came,
too, and Rashid's mother gave them a nice
supper. They all sat around a big tray filled
with good things to eat, while Nawara told
the children of all that had happened to her
since they had parted in the desert.
All the next day the young folks waited for
the sound of the cannon, which was to be the
signal for the caravan to start. Every few
minutes one or the other of the boys would
rush into the house, saying that the gun had
gone off and the camels were going; but it
proved each time a false alarm, and Fatimah
had just told Nawara to make up her mind
to stay another night when the old merchant's
servant came rushing in to say that the head
of the caravan had already started and was
just then passing out the great gate. So once
more Nawara had to part from her kind little
friends.
The children ran up on top of the house,
and for a long time they could see the big
caravan winding over the hills and through
the plantations of palm-trees.
"Father, can't we go out to the palm groves
to-day to see the men gather the dates? Many
of the children of the city are going," begged
Rashid.
"Yes," said Rashid's father. "I have no
doubt but that all you young folks will be
fighting together in no time, and there will be
more stones gathered than dates. Remember
what happened last week." So saying, the
Sharif sat back on the divan and took another
pull at his long pipe.
Rashid hung his head and tried to look
sorry; but his eye twinkled when he thought
of the wild scrimmage with sticks and stones
that had taken place between the boys of the
town and the boys outside the walls. He had
fought on the side of the city boys; and, of
course, Hamid, though he was of the desert
himself, sided with him. There was always
great jealousy between these two clans of boys,
and they were all the time carrying war into
each other's territory; but, after all, not much
damage was done on either side beyond some
bruised heads and a few broken sticks.
"Thou hast become quite a fighter since
thy life in the 'Black Tents,'" said his father;
"but if Ali will go along to keep thee from
getting into mischief, thou mayst go with thy
little friends." Ali said that he would go,
and they ran to saddle their ponies.
"How am I to go?" asked Fatimah.
"Oh, thou canst ride with me," said Hamid,
like the good brother that he was; and
Ali put her up on Zuleika behind Hamid.
Away they trotted out of the great gate
toward the large groves of palm-trees which
surround Medina.
The road was lively with parties of children
who, like themselves, were going to the palm
groves; for it was the season when the Bedouin
farmers cut down the great bunches of
dates, and every one, especially the children,
made a regular picnic of it. All the children
of the city, apparently, were hurrying along,
some on horseback and many more on foot, all
bent on having a good time.
Just behind our young people came some
children riding on donkeys, trying their best
to make their little donkeys keep up with the
desert ponies of the boys.
Hamid looked back at them and sang out:
"The riding of a horse is an honour to the rider
And joyful is his face;
But the mule is a dishonour
And the donkey a disgrace."
Then Rashid began to laugh. This made the
little donkey boys very angry. Off they jumped
from their donkeys, and were picking up stones
to throw at Rashid and his friends, while Ali
threatened them with his stick.
"No wonder father sent me with you to
look after you," said Ali, shaking his finger at
Hamid and Rashid as they rode on laughing,
"if you are bound to get into mischief as early
in the day as this."
"But all the same no Bedouin boy would
ride a donkey or a mule for anything," said
Hamid.
"That is quite true among you desert people,"
said Ali; "but these town and farmer
folk don't care on what they ride so long as
they do not have to walk."
Now they had come to a large grove of
palm-trees, and near one of the trees was a
man standing with a rope in his hand.
"Let us stop here," said Ali, calling out to
Rashid; "there is a man going to climb up
to the top of a tree now."
The children jumped quickly off their horses
and joined the group of people under the trees
watching the man.
He had tied one end of the rope around his
waist and had passed it around the slim trunk
of the tree, attaching the other end also to his
waist. With this rope holding him well up
against the tree-trunk, he began to climb by
holding on to the rough bark wherever he
could get a hold for as much as one of his toes,
at the same time bracing himself against the
strong rope which held him.
"I should not like to do that," said Rashid.
"I wonder that he does not get giddy and
fall," said Fatimah.
But the man went up easily, though he had
a long way to climb. Like most date-palms,
the tree was very tall, and the leaves and fruit
all grew together on the very tip-top of the
great stem or trunk. It was, as Hamid said,
"just like the bunch of feathers on the end of
his spear."
When the man finally did reach the bunch
of dates, it was quite a job to cut through the
big stem, which was nearly as large around as
his arm.
"Isn't that a big bunch?" said Hamid, as
the man lowered the great golden-coloured
dates to the ground.
"Yes," said Rashid, "but look, there must
be some larger bunches still, for some are tied
up to keep them from breaking off their
stems."
The women and children were collecting the
gathered dates and packing them in skins and
boxes and baskets to be sent away to the
markets; but the dried dates that we so often
eat are left much longer on the trees to ripen
and grow sugary.
"Oh, Hamid, thou and Fatimah must have
a 'necklace of sham' to wear! All the children
have them!" said Rashid, who had been
exploring the garden and had come running
quickly back. "There is a woman making
them now."
The woman was threading dates on a string
and then dipping them into boiling water so
that they would keep their pretty golden colour.
Then she put them aside in the sun to
dry.
Rashid bargained with the woman for three
of the necklaces at once.
"It brings one good luck to wear a necklace
of the dates of Medina," said the woman as
she hung the strings of dates around the children's
necks; "and thou must not eat them
as this naughty one here has just done." She
frowned at her own little girl, who stood by
sobbing because her mother had just given her
a box on the ear for eating half of her new
necklace.
The children had a jolly time helping to
pick the dates and pack them, though likely
there was more play than work. And they
all ate so many dates it was a wonder that
they were not ill.
At sundown they rode back to the town,
chaffing and laughing with everybody they met
along the road. When they got home, hot
and tired, Rashid's mother gave them a lovely
drink made of the juice of fresh pomegranates,
cooled in the snowy ice which was brought
down to the city each night from the neighbouring
mountains.
"Do you know why the letter 'O' is on
every date stone?" asked Rashid that evening
as he and Hamid were sitting in the courtyard
playing checkers with date stones, while Fatimah
sat watching the progress of the game.
They often occupied themselves thus in the
cool of the evening after supper.
"I have never seen the 'O;' where is it?"
asked Hamid, carefully looking at a date stone
as if he was only seeing one for the first time.
"There it is," said Rashid, who showed
him a tiny round ring on one side of the date
stone. "It is said that when our great
Prophet first ate of the fruit of the date-palm,
he exclaimed: 'Oh! what a fine fruit!' Ever
since the letter 'O' has been found on every
date stone."
Hamid and Fatimah began looking closely
at every date stone they could find; and, sure
enough, on every one of them there was a tiny
letter "O." You will always find it there, too,
if you look for it.
But the young people did not always play.
In the early mornings and cool evenings
Rashid and Hamid went to school in one corner
of the great Mosque. Here the pupils sat
in rows on mats, or lounged about on the floor.
Before each pupil was a little wooden stand,
on which lay a big book from which they
shouted out their lessons in a loud voice.
They made such a noise that one wonders how
they could learn anything at all.
The other children called Hamid the little
"Sheik" and often they would forget all
about lessons while they listened to his stories
about the great desert. Meantime Fatimah
was learning how to make many nice new
dishes in the big kitchen at home, or she sat
with her mother in the women's part of the
house, learning how to sew like little city
girls.
But, in spite of these happy days spent by
the desert folk with the "People of the
Walls," the little Bedouins began to long for
the great wide desert and its life of freedom.
Soon the end of their visit came; one day the
little caravan could be seen making its way
homeward to their own country far beyond the
plain which came up to the city walls.
The first news that Hamid sent Rashid
after he got home to the "Black Tents" was
about the robber chief. His band had paid a
ransom for him and he had been given his
liberty, after he had promised solemnly not
to attempt to rob or kill again. You must
know that a promise made in the "Black
Tents" is never broken.
The interchange of visits between Hamid
and Rashid occurred regularly each year.
Rashid learned of the ways of the dwellers
in the "Black Tents;" and gained in health
and strength until even Hamid was not his
superior in hunting or the rougher games of
the plains. Hamid, on the other hand, learned
of the life in the Great City, and profited
much from the loving companionship of his
little friend among the "People of the
Walls." Fatimah, too, shared in the happy
visits and grew to be called "the beautiful
daughter of the Sheik, wise with the wisdom
of both desert and city."
THE END.
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The Cruise of the Yacht Dido.
The story of two boys who turned their yacht into a
fishing boat to earn money to pay for a college course, and
of their adventures while exploring in search of hidden
treasure.
The Lord of the Air
The Story of the Eagle
The King of the Mamozekel
The Story of the Moose
The Watchers of the Camp-fire
THE STORY OF THE PANTHER
The Haunter of the Pine Gloom
THE STORY OF THE LYNX
The Return to the Trails
THE STORY OF THE BEAR
The Little People of the Sycamore
THE STORY OF THE RACCOON
By OTHER AUTHORS
The Great Scoop.
By MOLLY ELLIOT SEAWELL
A capital tale of newspaper life in a big city, and of a
bright, enterprising, likable youngster employed thereon.
John Whopper.
The late Bishop Clark's popular story of the boy who
fell through the earth and came out in China, with a new
Introduction by Bishop Potter.
The Dole Twins.
By KATE UPSON CLARK
The adventures of two little people who tried to earn
money to buy crutches for a lame aunt. An excellent
description of child-life about 1812, which will greatly
interest and amuse the children of to-day, whose life is
widely different.
Larry Hudson's Ambition.
By JAMES OTIS, author of "Toby Tyler," etc.
Larry Hudson is a typical American boy, whose hard
work and enterprise gain him his ambition,—an education
and a start in the world.
The Little Christmas Shoe.
By JANE P. SCOTT WOODRUFF
A touching story of Yule-tide.
Wee Dorothy.
By LAURA UPDEGRAFF
A story of two orphan children, the tender devotion of
the eldest, a boy, for his sister being its theme and setting.
With a bit of sadness at the beginning, the story is otherwise
bright and sunny, and altogether wholesome in every
way.
The King of the Golden River: A Legend
of Stiria. By JOHN RUSKIN
Written fifty years or more ago, and not originally intended
for publication, this little fairy-tale soon became
known and made a place for itself.
A Child's Garden of Verses.
By R. L. STEVENSON
Mr. Stevenson's little volume is too well known to need
description. It will be heartily welcomed in this new and
attractive edition.
THE LITTLE COLONEL BOOKS
(Trade Mark)
By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON
Each, 1 vol. large, 12mo, cloth decorative, per vol. $1.50
The Little Colonel Stories.
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated.
Being three "Little Colonel" stories in the Cosy Corner
Series, "The Little Colonel," "Two Little Knights of Kentucky,"
and "The Giant Scissors," put into a single volume.
The Little Colonel's House Party.
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by Louis Meynell.
The Little Colonel's Holidays.
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by L. J. Bridgman.
The Little Colonel's Hero.
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
The Little Colonel at Boarding School.
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
The Little Colonel in Arizona.
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
The Little Colonel's Christmas Vacation.
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
The Little Colonel, Maid of Honour.
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
Since the time of "Little Women," no juvenile heroine
has been better beloved of her child readers than Mrs.
Johnston's "Little Colonel."
The Little Colonel.
(Trade-Mark)
Two Little Knights of Kentucky.
The Giant Scissors.
A Special Holiday Edition of Mrs. Johnston's most
famous books.
Each one volume, cloth decorative, small quarto, $1.25
New plates, handsomely illustrated, with eight full-page
drawings in color.
"There are no brighter or better stories for boys and girls than
these."—Chicago Record-Herald.
"The books are as satisfactory to the small girls, who find
them adorable, as for the mothers and librarians, who delight in
their influence."—Christian Register.
These three volumes, boxed as a three-volume set to complete the library editions of The Little Colonel books, $3.75
In the Desert of Waiting: The Legend of
Camelback Mountain.
The Three Weavers: A Fairy Tale for
Fathers and Mothers as Well as for Their
Daughters.
Keeping Tryst.
| Each one volume, tall 16mo, cloth decorative |
$0.50 |
| Paper boards |
.35 |
There has been a constant demand for publication in
separate form of these three stories, which were originally
included in three of the "Little Colonel" books, and the
present editions, which are very charmingly gotten up, will
be delightful and valued gift-books for both old and young.
Joel: A Boy of Galilee. By Annie Fellows
Johnston. Illustrated by L. J. Bridgman.
New illustrated edition, uniform with the Little Colonel Books, 1 vol., large 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50
A story of the time of Christ, which is one of the author's
best-known books, and which has been translated into many
languages, the last being Italian.
Asa Holmes; or, At the Cross-Roads. A
sketch of Country Life and Country Humor. By Annie
Fellows Johnston. With a frontispiece by Ernest
Fosbery.
Large 16mo, cloth, gilt top $1.00
"'Asa Holmes; or, At the Cross-Roads' is the most delightful,
most sympathetic and wholesome book that has been published
in a long while. The lovable, cheerful, touching incidents,
the descriptions of persons and things, are wonderfully true to
nature."—Boston Times.
The Rival Campers; or, The Adventures
of Henry Burns. By Ruel P. Smith.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by A. B. Shute $1.50
Here is a book which will grip and enthuse every boy
reader. It is the story of a party of typical American lads,
courageous, alert, and athletic, who spend a summer camping
on an island off the Maine coast.
"The best boys' book since 'Tom Sawyer.'"—San Francisco
Examiner.
"Henry Burns, the hero, is the 'Tom Brown' of America."—N.
Y. Sun.
The Rival Campers Afloat; or, The Prize
Yacht Viking. By Ruel P. Smith, author of "The
Rival Campers."
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
This book is a continuation of the adventures of "The
Rival Campers" on their prize yacht Viking. Every
reader will be enthusiastic over the adventures of Henry
Burns and his friends on their sailing trip. They have a
splendid time, fishing, racing, and sailing, until an accidental
collision results in a series of exciting adventures,
culminating in a mysterious chase, the loss of their prize
yacht, and its recapture by means of their old yacht, Surprise,
which they raise from its watery grave.
The Young Section-hand; or, The Adventures
of Allan West. By Burton E. Stevenson,
author of "The Marathon Mystery," etc.
12mo, cloth, illustrated by L. J. Bridgman $1.50
Mr. Stevenson's hero is a manly lad of sixteen, who is
given a chance as a section-hand on a big Western railroad,
and whose experiences are as real as they are thrilling.
"It appeals to every boy of enterprising spirit, and at the
same time teaches him some valuable lessons in honor, pluck,
and perseverance."—Cleveland Plain Dealer.
The Young Train Despatcher. By Burton
E. Stevenson, author of "The Young Section-hand,"
etc.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
A new volume in the "Railroad Series," in which the
young section-hand is promoted to a train despatcher.
Another branch of railroading is presented, in which the
young hero has many chances to prove his manliness and
courage in the exciting adventures which befall him in the
discharge of his duty.
Jack Lorimer. By Winn Standish.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative. Illustrated by A. B. Shute $1.50
Jack Lorimer, whose adventures have for some time
been one of the leading features of the Boston Sunday
Herald, is the popular favorite of fiction with the boys and
girls of New England, and, now that Mr. Standish has
made him the hero of his book, he will soon be a favorite
throughout the country.
Jack is a fine example of the all-around American high-school
boy. He has the sturdy qualities boys admire, and
his fondness for clean, honest sport of all kinds will strike
a chord of sympathy among athletic youths.
The Roses of Saint Elizabeth. By Jane
Scott Woodruff, author of "The Little Christmas
Shoe."
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in color by Adelaide Everhart |
$1.00 |
This is a charming little story of a child whose father
was caretaker of the great castle of the Wartburg, where
Saint Elizabeth once had her home, with a fairy-tale interwoven,
in which the roses and the ivy in the castle yard
tell to the child and her playmate quaint old legends of the
saint and the castle.
Gabriel and the Hour Book. By Evaleen
Stein.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors by Adelaide Everhart |
$1.00 |
Gabriel was a loving, patient, little French lad, who assisted
the monks in the long ago days, when all the books
were written and illuminated by hand, in the monasteries.
It is a dear little story, and will appeal to every child
who is fortunate enough to read it.
The Enchanted Automobile. Translated
from the French by Mary J. Safford.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated in colors by Edna M. Sawyer |
$1.00 |
The enchanted automobile was sent by the fairy godmother
of a lazy, discontented little prince and princess to
take them to fairyland, where they might visit their old
story-book favorites.
Here they find that Sleeping Beauty has become a famously
busy queen; Princess Charming keeps a jewelry shop,
where she sells the jewels that drop from her lips; Hop-o'-My-Thumb
is a farmer, too busy even to see the children,
and Little Red Riding Hood has trained the wolf into a
trick animal, who performs in the city squares for his
mistress.
They learn the lesson that happy people are the busy
people, and they return home cured of their discontent and
laziness.
Beautiful Joe's Paradise; or, The Island
of Brotherly Love. A sequel to "Beautiful Joe."
By Marshall Saunders, author of "Beautiful Joe,"
"For His Country," etc. With fifteen full-page plates
and many decorations from drawings by Charles Livingston
Bull.
One vol., library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50
"Will be immensely enjoyed by the boys and girls who read
it."—Pittsburg Gazette.
"Miss Saunders has put life, humor, action, and tenderness
into her story. The book deserves to be a favorite."—Chicago
Record-Herald.
"This book revives the spirit of 'Beautiful Joe' capitally.
It is fairly riotous with fun, and as a whole is about as unusual as
anything in the animal book line that has seen the light. It is a
book for juveniles—old and young."—Philadelphia Item.
'Tilda Jane. By Marshall Saunders, author of
"Beautiful Joe," etc.
One vol., 12mo, fully illustrated, cloth, decorative cover, $1.50
"No more amusing and attractive child's story has appeared
for a long time than this quaint and curious recital of the adventures
of that pitiful and charming little runaway.
"It is one of those exquisitely simple and truthful books that
win and charm the reader, and I did not put it down until I
had finished it—honest! And I am sure that every one, young
or old, who reads will be proud and happy to make the acquaintance
of the delicious waif.
"I cannot think of any better book for children than this. I
commend it unreservedly."—Cyrus Townsend Brady.
The Story of the Graveleys. By Marshall
Saunders, author of "Beautiful Joe's Paradise,"
"'Tilda Jane," etc.
Library 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by E. B. Barry $1.50
Here we have the haps and mishaps, the trials and
triumphs, of a delightful New England family, of whose
devotion and sturdiness it will do the reader good to hear.
From the kindly, serene-souled grandmother to the buoyant
madcap, Berty, these Graveleys are folk of fibre and blood—genuine
human beings.
Transcriber's Note: Punctuation errors repaired.
Page 60, Illustration, "Shuduf" changed to "Shugduf" in caption.
