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Identifier: stnicholasserial4311dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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ough boys may not know it.But Saturday morning it seemed very hard.When I saw the toboggan dragged out of the yard,Until Mother said to the boys, as they kissed her, If you go for a coast, sirs, you must take your sister.Oh ! Such fun we had in the sparkle and glowAs we slid like the wind oer the glistening snow !We dashed from the top of the steepest high hill-Then we struck a great rock, and we had such a spill!Such bruises and cuts as we all were sent flying!And I was the only one did nt start crying!I forgot all about it in fixing the others.For a sister, of course, must take care of her brothers.My hanky for Robert, and two pins for Ned,And snow on poor Christophers nose where it bled,And Richards big bump to be pressed down; you see.All kept me too busy to fret about me.They play with me now. Though I m Sister and small,The boys say that I m the best fellow of all.And who would nt rather be bruised by a stoneThan sit home in safety, forlorn and alone ? Stella George Stern Perry.
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j-T/ an s oop of Gold Qjriis hein£ tJiG IThirci of the Wonder-Box Stories By Will Bradley Once upon a time, many, many years ago, whenNoodleburg was not the great and flourishing citythat it is to-day, there lived in the Bhie Castle aYoung King who was so good and rich and pow-erful that of all the princesses in the world therewas not a one that would not have been glad tobecome his bride. Upon a day when the Young King was gazinginto his magic crystal globe, he saw mirrored onits polished surface such a marvelously beautifulDamsel as never had he dreamed of in all thedays of his life. She it is whom I will choose for my bride,said he, and out into the world he rode to findher. Now it happened that in the Blue Mountainsjust beyond Noodleburg there lived a Witch whowas such a mistress of the Black Arts as mightnot be found in many a days journey. Of course this Witch knew all that was hap-pening in the whole world. But most especially she kept an eye and an ear open to those comingsan

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