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All about Johnnie Jones / by Carolyn Verhoeff. Verhoeff, Carolyn. 400dpi TIFF G4 page images University of Kentucky, Electronic Information Access & Management Center Lexington, Kentucky 2002 b96-9-34458975 Electronic reproduction. 2002. (Beyond the shelf, serving historic Kentuckiana through virtual access (IMLS LG-03-02-0012-02) ; These pages may be freely searched and displayed. Permission must be received for subsequent distribution in print or electronically. All about Johnnie Jones / by Carolyn Verhoeff. Verhoeff, Carolyn. Milton Bradley Co., Springfield, Mass. : [c1907] 200 p., [7] leaves of plates : ill. ; 20 cm. Coleman Microfilm. Atlanta, Ga. : SOLINET, 1996. 1 microfilm reel ; 35 mm. (SOLINET/ASERL Cooperative Microfilming Project (NEH PS-21089) ; SOL MN05693.10 KUK) Printing Master B96-9. IMLS This electronic text file was created by Optical Character Recognition (OCR). No corrections have been made to the OCR-ed text and no editing has been done to the content of the original document. Encoding has been done through an automated process using the recommendations for Level 1 of the TEI in Libraries Guidelines. Digital page images are linked to the text file. All About Johnnie Jones IA 44 li 4 All About a S JOHNNIE JONES BY Carolyn Verhoeff ILLUSTRATED BY Diantha WV. Horne SEVENTH EDITION Published by SRton GFEaD AS CompaHUE SPRINGFIELD :: MASSACHUSETTS Copyright, 1907, by MILTON BRADLEY COMPANY SPRINGFIELD, MASS. PRINTED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA in Loving Memory of The Beautiful Life of One Little Child aecbrum labams bartbell (1891-1896) These Stories are Dedicated to All Litte Children These stories have been written with but one object, to give pleasure to little children, while helping them to realize, in so far as they are able, the highest ideals of childhood. CAROLYN VERHOEFF INTRODUCTION It gives me sincere pleasure to introduce to mothers and kindergartners a pioneer writer in the unexplored field of simple, realistic stories for little children. Miss Verhoeff is a trained kindergartner who has brought to her profession a college train- ing as well as a true devotion to children. It was in one of the free kindergartens situ- ated in the less fortunate localities of Louisville that the stories of Johnnie Jones came into being, and grew in response to the demand of the little ones for stories about real children. In the beautiful world of fairy-lore we have a rich and splendidly exploited field of immortal literature. The old, old stories of fairies and elves, of giants and dwarfs, of genii, princes, and knights with their wonder-working wands, rings and swords, will never grow threadbare; while the spiritual, artistic and literary value of these stories in the life of child-imaginatien can never be overestimated. Enchanting and valu- able as they are, however, they should not blind us to the need for standard realistic stories of equal literary and poetic merit. A child needs not only the touch of the wonder-working wand which transports him to [I I] INTRODUCTION a land of fascinating unrealities, but also the artistic story which reflects the every-day ex- periences of real life; artistic in that it touches these daily experiences with an idealism revealing the significance and beauty of that which the jaded taste of the adult designates as "common- place." That all children crave the story which is, or might be, true is evidenced by the expression of their faces when their inevitable question, "is it really true" or "did it really happen" is answered in the affirmative. Perhaps some of us can recall the pleasure derived from old-fashioned school readers of an earlier day. With all their faults they at least did not overlook the value of standard realistic stories. In these readers was found the very moral story of the boy who won the day because of his forethought in providing an extra piece of whipcord. There was also "Meddlesome Matty," and the honest office-boy, the heroic lad of Hol- land, and the story of the newly liberated prisoner who bought a cage full of captive birds and set them free. These and many others still persist in memory, and point with unerring aim to standards of human behavior under conditions which are both possible and probable. In spite of their imperfections and stern morality these stories were valuable because they recited the fundamental events of human and animal exist- [12] INTRODUCTION ence, in relations which revealed the inevitable law of cause and effect, and the ethical and poetic significance of man's relation to all life. As soon as children begin to realize the distinction between the world of make-believe and the world of actuality, or, as one small boy expressed it, "what I can see with my eyes shut, and what I can see when I open them," they are fascinated with stories of real life, of "when Father was a little boy," or "when Mother was a little girl," or "when you were a tiny baby." This demand of the child for realistic stories is the expression of a real want which should be satisfied with good literature. Before children are enabled by their expe- rience to discriminate between the imaginary and the actual world, they make no distinction between the story of real life and the fairy tale. During this early period a story relating the most ordinary events of every-day life is accepted in the same spirit, and may provoke as much or as little wonder, as the story dealing with the most marvelous happenings of the supernatural world. For to the child at this stage of develop- ment it is no more wonderful that trees and animals should converse in the language of men than that a little boy should do so. Until chil- dren learn that, as a matter of fact, plants and animals do not participate in all of the human [131 INTRODUCTION activities, they regard as perfectly natural stories in which such participation is taken for granted. On the other hand a realistic story representing some of the most universal aspects of human existence may provoke surprise as the child dis- covers that his own experiences are common to many other lives and homes. This was evidenced by the remark of a small boy who, at the end of a story relating the necessary sequence of activi- ties common to the countless thousands of heroic mothers, washing and ironing the family linen, waggishly shook his finger at the narrator, and with a beaming smile, said: "Now you know that it is my Ma and Tootsie you are telling about!" John had not discovered the fact that the story which reflected the daily service of his beloved mother reflected equally well the service of thousands of other mothers. He saw only the personal experience in the common reality and recognized it with joy. When through similar stories of daily life a child learns to know that his experiences constitute the common lot, his first feeling of surprise gives place to a greater joy, and sympathy is born. The stories of Johnnie Jones were not pre- meditated but grew in response to daily requests for "more about Johnnie Jones." They are the record of a most ordinary little boy, good as can be to-day, forgetting to obey to-morrow; a ('41 INTRODUCTION life history in which many other little lives are reflected in the old, old process of helping the child to adapt himself to the standards of society. The ideal has been to deal with the ordinary events of daily life in a manner which will reveal their normal values to the child. There is the friendly policeman who finds the lost boy; the heroic fireman who comes to the rescue of the burning home; the little neighbor who would not play "fair ;" the little boy who had to learn to roll his hoop, and to care for the typical baby brother who pulled his hair; there are the animals who entered into the joys and sorrows of the Jones family,-altogether, very real animals, children, and "grown-ups," learning in common the lessons of social life. The moral throughout is very pointed, and may be considered too obvious by many kinder- gartners, who do not feel the need of such in- sistence in their work. Mothers, however, with normal four-year-old boys who are likely to follow the music down the street and get lost, or who are equally liable to fall in the pond because they forget to obey Father, will find a strange necessity for pointing the moral in no uncertain tone. The stories are so arranged that they may be read singly or as a serial. I am sure the author will feel more than [is] INTRODUCTION repaid if this little collection paves the way for more and better standard stories of reality, that our little children may not only revel in the events of a delightfully impossible world, but may also feel the thrill of heroism and poetry bound up in the common service of mother and father, of servants and neighbors, and find the threads of gold which may be woven into the warp and woof of daily intercourse with other little children who possess a common stock of privileges and duties, joys and sorrows. PATTY SMITH HILL. Louisville, Kentucky. CONTENTS Page Johnnie Jones and the Cookie 21 When Johnnie Jones Was Lost . . . 26 Mother's Story of the Princess and Her Pigeon . . . . . . . . 33 Johnnie Jones and the Squirrel . . . 43 Johnnie Jones and the Peach Preserves 49 How the Children Helped Tom and Sarah 56 Johnnie Jones's Story of the Stars . 63 Johnnie Jones and Jack . .67 Stiggins. . . . . . . . . . 82 When Johnnie Jones Was a Santa Claus . 87 An Original Valentine . . . . . . 97 When Johnnie Jones Was a Cry-Baby . 105 Johnnie Jones and the Man Who Cried "Wolf" Too Often . . . . . 113 Johnnie Jones's Birthday Party . 119 Mother's Story of the Spring: The Sleeping Beauty . . . . . . . . 127 Johnnie Jones and the Butterfly . . 134 Mr. and Mrs. Bird and the Baby Birds . 142 The Coming of Little Brother . . . . 151 Little Brother and Johnnie Jones . . 156 Elizabeth With the Children . . . . 161 Johnnie Jones and the Hoop-Rolling Club 168 The Fire at Johnnie Jones's House . 175 Johnnie Jones and Fanny . . . . . 182 Fanny and Little Brother . . . . . 188 When Johnnie Jones Learned to Swim 193 [I71 This page in the original text is blank. INDEX OF ILLUSTRATIONS Johnnie Jones. . . . . . Frontispiece Cpposite Page Max wagged his tail and began to trol: home- . . . . . . . . . 30 Such a merry time as the children had I 60 Each child came up and shook Jack's paw-. 74 When he spread his wings and flew away- 140 Then Johnnie Jones was the proudest, hap-- piest little boy-.. . . . . . 172 The little brown pony would eat out of their hands . . . . . . . . . .184 This page in the original text is blank. Johnnie Jones and the Cookie NE day, when Johnnie Jones was a wee little boy, only three years gjt old, Mother came home from down town. Johnnie Jones ran to meet her. "Mother dear, didn't you bring me something" he asked. "Yes, indeed," answered Mother, and she gave him something tied up in a paper bag. "Be careful," she told him, "or it will break." So Johnnie Jones was careful as he untied the string and opened the bag. When he saw what was inside he was glad he had not broken it, for it was a [ 2] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES round yellow cookie with a hole in the centre. "Thank you, Mother," said Johnnie Jones, and he rolled on his back and kicked up his heels, which meant that he was happy. Then he sat up and began to eat his cookie. It was very good, and tasted as if it had molasses in it, Johnnie Jones said. But by and by, after he had been taking a great many bites, there wasn't any of the cookie left in his hand, because he had eaten it, every bit. John- nie Jones looked at his hand where the cookie had been, and then he began to cry. "Oh, dear me," exclaimed Mother, "what is troubling my little boy" "I want my cookie," cried Johnnie Jones. [221 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "Where is your cookie" asked Mother. "I ate it," said Johnnie Jones. "If you have eaten it, then it is all gone," Mother told him. "But I want it! I want my cookie!" wailed Johnnie Jones. "To-morrow I'll buy you another just like it," Mother promised. "I don't want another just like it, I want my own cookie with a hole in the middle," and the tears came faster and faster. "But, little boy," Mother said, "nobody in all the world, nor Father nor Mother nor Johnnie Jones, can eat a cookie and yet have it." Johnnie Jones continued to cry, so Mother brought him some brown paper, a pair of scissors, and a pencil. [23] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "See here, dear," she said, "I can't give you the cookie you ate, but you may make a picture that will look very much like it." Then Johnnie Jones ceased crying, and Mother showed him how to fold and cut the paper until it was like the cookie, with a hole in the centre. They pasted it on cardboard and placed it upon the mantel. "Thank you, Mother," said Johnnie Jones, "but I don't like it so well as my real cookie because I can't eat it." "If you could eat it," Mother answered, "it would soon be gone, so the picture is better unless you are hungry." And Johnnie Jones thought so too. After that day he never again cried for a cookie when he had eaten it, nor for a L24] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES toy when he had destroyed it, because he had discovered that crying could never brng back what was gone. [25] When Johnnie Jones Was Lost OHINNIE Jones was lost, com- : pletely lost. He looked up the street, he looked down the street, and then he looked across the street, but not one of the houses was his home. Johnnie Jones did not like being lost. He had not seen his mother for a very long time, not since she had left him in the yard at play after they had returned from market. He had been swinging on the front gate, when, sud- denly, he heard the sound of music, and saw several people running down the street. "Everyone must have forgotten to tell [26] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES me that there was a circus," he said to himself. "I think I had better go see." Now Johnnie Jones was never allowed to leave the yard unless an older person was with him, but he did not think of that, as he opened the gate and ran out on the street to follow the gathering crowd. When he reached the first corner every- one was hurrying on to the next, Tad Johnnie Jones hurried on, too. Of course, however, he could not run as fast as older people, and very soon he was passed by the crowd. Then, when he could no longer hear the music, he looked about him and knew that he was lost. He was sorry that he had gone away from home. He thought it must be [27] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES about lunch time and he was very hungry. Then he remembered that this was the day Mother had promised to take him to the park. He would have cried, had he not been a brave little lad, and had he not known that a boy almost four is too old to cry, unless he is actually hurt. He sat down on the curbstone, and wished and wished that some one would come to find him. After a while he saw a policeman coming towards him from across the street. He was a very tall policeman, but Johnnie Jones decided to speak to him. His mother had often told him that policemen always take care of peo- ple, and help them whenever they can. So he tipped his hat politely, and said, [28] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONEfS "Please, Mr. Policeman, will you find me Because I'm lost." The policeman smiled down at Johnnie Jones until Johnnie Jones smiled up at the policeman and forgot what a little boy he was. Then the officer lifted him up in his strong arms, and asked him his name. Johbnnie Jones could tell him his name, but he could not tell him which way he had come from home, so they decided to go to the nearest drug-store and find the number of the house. The policeman began to tell him stories about his own little boy whose name was Johnnie Green, and Johnnie Jones was so interested that he forgot to be tired. Just before they reached the drug-store Johnnie Jones heard a dog barking. He [29] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES looked around, and there was the very dog that lived next door to him and played with him every day. "Oh!" he said, "I know that dog! He is Max, and he can find the way home." "You'll take me home, won't you, Max" he asked the dog, who was so glad to see his little neighbor that he was trying his best to kiss him on the face. "All right," the big policeman said, "but I'll come too, so I shall know where you live if you are ever lost again." Max wagged his tail and began to trot home. Johnnie Jones trotted after Max, and the policeman after Johnnie Jones. It was not very long before they could see the house, and there was Mother standing at the gate, looking up the [301 Max wagged his tail and began to trot home- This page in the original text is blank. ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES street, and down the street, and across the street, for her little boy. When she saw him she ran to meet him and clasped him in her arms. "Mother dear," said Johnnie Jones, "I was lost, and the policeman found me, and then Max found us both, and I shall never again go to see a circus by myself." Mother told him that the band of music he had heard did not belong to a circus, but was the Citizen's Band on its way to the park, and that, since so much time had passed while Johnnie Jones was lost, it was too late for him to go to the park that day. Of course the little boy was sorry to miss the treat, but he was very glad to be at home once more. Mother shook hands with the policeman, [31" ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES and thanked him for being kind to her boy. As soon as he had gone, she and Johnnie Jones went into the house for their lunch, and, afterwards, the little fellow was so tired that he fell asleep in Mother's lap and dreamed that he was a tall policeman finding lost boss. [321 Mother's Story of the Princess and Her Pigeon im OTHER," asked Johnnie Jones, "what is a carrier pigeon" "A pigeon which is trained to carry messages from one place to another," Mother answered. "In the olden times, as there were no trains, or steamboats, or postmen, or telegraph offices, people would very often take pigeons with them when they started off on a long journey. As soon as they reached their journey's end they would write a letter to the family so far away, tie it to a pigeon, and release him. Then 1331 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES the pigeon would fly away home with the message." "Once, in that olden time, there lived a beautiful princess whom her father and mother, the king and queen, decided to send away on a visit to her grandmother. They gave her a milk-white pony to ride, and sent many servants to take care of her. Now this princess had a pet pigeon which she loved very dearly, and which she insisted upon taking with her, though the queen was afraid it might prove trou- blesome on so long a journey. The princess knew it would be a comfort to her, however, so she was allowed to tie it to her saddle before she bade her parents good-by, and started off. "The princess had never been away from home before, and was very much [34] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES interested in everything she saw. She and her companions had to travel through a great forest, and only the guides knew the way. One night everyone was lying fast asleep on the ground in the thick woods, except the princess, who was wide awake in her tent. At last she wearied of lying there alone, so she rose, dressed herself, and went out into the woods, carrying the pigeon in her arms. "The moon was shining as bright as day, and the little girl went for a walk. She was thinking of the father and mother at home, and did not notice very carefully the direction in which she was wandering. After a while she grew tired and turned back. Then she became frightened be- cause she could not see her tent, and could not remember which way she had W35] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES come. She called for her servants, but could make no one hear her. She ran this way and that in the forest, but seemed only to go further and further away from the camp. At last, very tired, she lay down on the ground and cried herself to sleep. "Next morning when the servants awoke they were very much alarmed to discover that the princess had left her tent. They spent several days seeking her in the forest, but not a trace of her could they find. Then they went back to inform the king and queen, who were sad indeed to hear such news. The king him- self rode off to search in the forest, but even he could not find the little maid. "Meanwhile the princess had been wan- dering further and further away into the [36] ALL A BO UT JOHNNIE JONES great forest, with the pigeon tied to hex arm. Fortunately, she had brought with her a small basket full of lunch, which had been left by her bed in case she should be hungry during the night. That was soon gone, however, and then she had a hard time finding enough to eat. But here and there she discovered wild berries, she drank water from the clear, cold springs, and at night she found a comfort- able, fragrant bed under the pine trees, or in places where the grass was long and soft. Sometimes wild animals came out, and looked at the little girl, but they did not harm her. "At last, the third day, she came to a large palace in the woods. Oh! how happy she was. A prince met her at the door, invited her in, and gave her delicious [371 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES food and beautiful clothes. When she was rested after her long journey, she told the prince who she was, and the reason for her being alone in the forest, and begged him to send her home. The prince was sorry for the little princess, but he was lonely in such a large palace, so he asked her to live there with him. He was very kind to her, but the princess wanted only to go home to be with her father and mother. " 'Your palace is larger and more beau- tiful than my father's house,' she told him, 'but I love my own home best, and I want to go back this very day.' "The prince was sorrowful when he heard what the little girl said; but, hop- ing she might learn to care for his palace after a while, he gave her a beautiful [38] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES room filled with lovely things, and did everything he could think of to make her happy. "The little princess did try to be happy, but it was not possible. Every evening she watched the birds fly back to their nests and she wished that she, too, had wings and could fly away home. The pigeon was as homesick as she. He would not eat, and pulled at the cord all the time, trying to free himself. Finally the little princess decided to let him fly away. 'Perhaps he can find his way home,' she thought; 'anyway I shall let him try.' "She wrote a letter to her father and mother, telling them where she was, tied it under the pigeon's wing, and set him free. He flapped his wings joyfully and flew out of the window high up in the air. [39] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Round and round he circled, until in his own way he learned that the west was to the right of him, the east to the left, the north was back of him, and the south straight ahead. Then he started off like an arrow shot from a bow, for home was there in the south. "The little princess was more homesick than ever, left all alone. "Meantime the pigeon flew very swiftly, sometimes as fast as a train can go. No one can tell you how he knew the way, but he flew straight back through the woods, and after a while reached the pigeon house just outside the palace gate. Some of the servants who saw him fly in with the note, caught him and carried him to the king. The king and queen read the letter with great joy when they [40] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONEiS saw it had been written by their little daughter, and all the people in the palace were happy to know that the princess was safe and well. "The pigeon flew back to the pigeon house. 'Coo, coo, coo,' he said to all the other pigeons, 'home is the best place in the world.' "The king ordered the fastest horses in the land, and he and the queen rode off at once to find their little daughter. One day she saw them coming. She clapped her hands with joy and ran to meet them. The king and queen were as happy as she, and after they had greeted her, and bade the prince good-by, they all three rode away home. The princess sat in front of her father on his horse, because he could not bear to have her out [4 1i ALL A BOUT JOHNNIE JONES of his arms. After travelling back through the forest they reached the palace at last. " 'Home is the best place in the world,' said the happy little princess. " 'Home is the best place in the world,' cooed the happy little pigeon." Johnnie Jones lay back in Mother's arms. "I think so too," he said, "I like Grandma's house and Auntie's house, but home is best of all." f421 Johnnie Jones and the Squirrel OME," said Mother, "leave your toys now, and bathe your face I I and hands, for it is time to go down town to buy your winter coat." "Oh! Mother, I don't want to go down town," answered Johnnie Jones, "because I think Sammy Smith is coming over to play with my new engine this afternoon." "But what will you do when the weather grows cold and you have no warm coat to wear I shall be too busy to go with you to-morrow." "It's so warm to-day, Mother, I don't [43] ALL A BOUT JOHNNIE JONES think it will grow cold very soon, and anyway, I don't want to go down town." Mother answered: "I know it will be cold soon, perhaps to-morrow, for the wind is beginning to blow from the north. Come as soon as you can, I have much to do and can't wait for you very long." Then Johnnie Jones behaved like a silly little boy, although he was four years old, quite old enough to know better. He fussed and fumed until Mother said: "I am sorry, but I can't wait any longer." She went on down town and left Johnnie Jones. Sammy Smith did not come over to play after all, because he had gone shop- ping with his mother. Johnnie Jones soon grew tired of playing alone and wished he had not been so foolish. [44] ALL A BOUT JOHNNIE JONES That night the north wind blew and blew, so that, next morning, it was very cold when Johnnie Jones awoke. Of course he could not go to kindergarten nor out to play, because he had no heavy coat to wear. He begged his mother to wrap him in a shawl, and take him down town in the carriage, but she was too busy. So poor little Johnnie Jones had to stay in the house all day. That evening when it was time for his story, Mother said: "I shall have to tell you the story of the foolish squirrel, because you reminded me of him to-day." This is the story. Once upon a time, there lived in the woods a little squirrel whose name was Silver. All summer long he played about with the other squirrels and had a very [45] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES good time indeed. Then, by and by, the days began to grow shorter and cooler. The trees began to drop their brightly colored leaves and their nuts, and the soft green grass turned brown. The wise old mother squirrels knew what these things meant, and they said to all the young ones: "Winter is coming, so hurry away, You have no longer time to play. Gather the nuts with all your might Before the ground with snow is white. When winter comes there's naught to eat Except the roots and nuts so sweet, Which you must gather in the fall. So frisk away and store them all." The squirrels, large and small, went to work. They found holes in the trees and [46] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES old logs in which to hide their winter provisions, and they scampered away to find their favorite food. All except little Silver. He said to himself: "Humphl I don't believe winter is coming so very soon, and besides, I'd rather just play, and eat the nuts, than work as these other squirrels are doing." So he played as he had all summer long, and he kept so warm frisking about in the sunshine that he did not realize how short and cold the days were growing. At last winter really came. Oh! how cold it was then. Silver said: "Perhaps I had better begin gathering some nuts for winter." But very few nuts could he find, not nearly enough to store away. The other squirrels, and the people who lived near the woods, had been working while [471 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES he was playing, and had gathered in the harvest. Poor little Silver did not know what to do. Winter was here and he had no provisions. He went to all the other squirrels and begged for some of their nuts. They only said: "You were playing while we were working, now you must work while we rest and eat." Then Silver was sorry he had not obeyed the wise old squirrels and he told himself that, next year, he would surely begin early to prepare for winter. But there might not have been a "next year" for Silver, if a little boy had not found him in the woods and taken him home to keep and feed until the spring-time [481 Johnnie Jones and the Peach Preserves VERYONE knows that people i prepare for winter during the summer and fall. (Bees and squirrels and caterpillars do, too.) Almost everybody lays in the coal and kindling wood for the winter fires while the weather is still warm, and buys warm clothing before it is time to wear it. In the summer, farmers cut the long grass, and after it has been dried by the sun, store it in the barns for the cows and horses to eat in the winter. In the sum- mer and the autumn, people do not eat all the berries, and grapes, and pears and [49] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES peaches; some they make into preserves and jelly for the winter. Mrs. Jones could make delicious pre- serves. She enjoyed making it and John- nie Jones liked to help her. He could really help a great deal because he was a careful little boy. Every member of the Jones family liked peach preserves better than any other kind, therefore Mother usually made enough of it to fill many jars. This year, however, she had been so busy that she did not start her preserv- ing very early, and when she was ready to begin, she found it was too late to buy many good peaches. She bought a few, though, and preserved them with Johnnie Jones's help. When the preserves was made. Mother had enough to fill four glass jars. "Not [50] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONE very much," she told Johnme Jones, "but there is one jar for Father, one for you and one for me, and then one more for company." She left the jars on the kitchen table while she went upstairs to change her dress. Johnnie Jones ran out into the yard to play. He saw Sammy Smith, Elizabeth, and Ned across the street, and called them. "I want to show you something," he said. When they came, he led them to the kitchen and showed them the preserves. "I should like to have some of it," said Ned,-"may I" "We made it to use in the winter," Johnnie Jones explained, "when there isn't any fresh fruit." "I'd like some now on a piece of bread," Ned insisted [5I1 ALL ABOUT JOHINNIE JONES "You said one jar of preserves was yours; give us each a taste," begged Sammy Smith. "I don't think Mother meant that I might eat it whenever I wanted it," John- nie Jones answ'ered. "But perhaps she wouldn't care if we should each take a taste," he added. Now Johnnie Jones knew he was not allowed to eat between meals, bult the preserves did have an attractive appear- ance, and he thought that just one taste would not matter. The top of the jar had not yet been sealed, so it came off very easily. Johnnie Jones gave a piece of bread, with a very little of the preserves, to each child, and took some for himself "It is good !" Ned exclaimed. "Give [52] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONE-S us some more, Johnnie Jones, your mother won't care." johnnie Jones was afraid Mother would care, but he liked the preserves very much and besides, he enjoyed giving it to the children, so he gave them each a little more and again took some for hirn';ilf. It was curious that the more they had the more they wanted, and after each one had been given "just a little more," sev- eral times, the large jar was nearly empty. "We may as well finish it," said Ned. So they did. Then the children aent home and left Johnnie Jones alone in the kitchen with the empty jar. Johnnie Jones was unable to eat mis supper that evening. Mother asked hLm what was the matter, and he told her. She was very sorry. s53, ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "Ohl little son," she said, "all your life I have been able to trust you, and I did not think you would touch the pre- serves, when I left the jars on the table. Say you are sorry, dear, and that such a thing shall never happen again. For wouldn't it be dreadful if I should be obliged to lock up everything I can't let you have" Johnnie Jones was very sorry indeed, but he answered: "You said that one jar was mine." "So I did," Mother answered; "but I had no idea that you would want to use it all at one time, or between meals, or before the winter-time. Since you have had all your share to-day, you will, of course, expect no more next winter, when Father and I have ours." [54] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Just then, Johnnie Jones thought he would never wish for peach presenres again, for he had eaten too much and felt uncomfortable; but probably he changed his mind in the winter, and re- gretted that his share was all gone. Sammy Smith, Elizabeth and Ned came to see Mrs. Jones next day, told her they were sorry they had begged for the preserves, and asked her to excuse them, which of course she did. Mother was glad to find that it would be unnecessary to lock up forbidden things after all, for Johnnie Jones liked to have her trust him, and showed her that she could. l52i How the Children Helped Tom and Sarah i M 7 OST of the houses on Park street, where the Jones family g lived, were large and pretty, but there was one house that was very small and ugly. It had been unoccupied for a long time, when one day, Sarah and Tom Watson, with their father and mother, moved in. The little brother and sister were such agreeable children, that they were soon known and loved by all their small neighbors. One morning, when Johnnie Jones was passing the ugly little house, he saw [56] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Sarah and Tom standing at the gate with an unhappy expression on their faces, usually so bright. Johnnie Jones stopped and asked them what was the trouble. "We don't know what to do," answered Tom. "A friend of Father's promised to send him a load of coal to-day. It may come any minute and Father is too busy to put it into the coal-house. Moth er can't attend to it because she must finish some sewing for a lady, so there is no one but Sarah and me. We are afraid we can't put it all away before night, and if it isn't locked up in the coal-hotise this evening, something may happen to it while we are asleep, and then we shouldn't have any coal to keep us warm in the winter." 1571 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "Why don't you hire a man to put it away for you" asked Johnnie Jones. "We haven't money enough," Tom answered. "I'd better go home and ask my mother what to do. She'll know," said Johnnie Jones. "Well," Mother said, when she had heard of the children's difficulty, "Sarah and Tom need friends to help them, so why don't you, in your overalls, and Ned, Susie, and the other children in theirs, take your wagons and wheelbarrows, and spend the afternoon helping with the coal A dozen pairs of hands, even if they are small, can accomplish a great deal of work." Mother sent her hired man to see that the coal-house was ready for the coal, [5di ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES while Johnnie Jones hurried off to collect the children. The boys and girls dressed ir their overalls hastened to the small brown house. There they found Sarah and Tom as busy as bees, and very happy to wel- come the children gathered to help them. Such a merry time as they had! Some of the children played that they were strong horses, and drew the wagons, which the others loaded at the gate and unloaded at the coal-house door. Very soon the play drivers looked like real drivers of coal-carts for they were covered with coal-soot from their heads to their feet. All of the chil- dren, too, worked quite as hard as any real horses, or any real men, and after a while, before dark, the load of coal was [59] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES safe in the coal-house. Then the children ran home for a much-needed bath. Meantime Mrs. Watson had been sew- ing all the day long, and in the evening, when it was time to go home, she felt very tired. All day she had worried about the coal, wondering how she could attend to it that night. She knew that her children would try to help, but she did not expect very much from them because their hands were so small. As she walked home she thought, and thought, trying to decide what was best to do. At last she came near the ugly little house, and then she was greatly surprised, for Sarah and Tom, neat and clean, were swinging on the gate, the pavement was nicely swept, and there was no sign of any coal. [6o] Such a merry time as the children had! This page in the original text is blank. ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "Didn't the coal come" she asked the children. "Yes," they answered joyfully, "and it is in the coal-house." She could scarcely believe them, bu t they said: "Come and see." When she saw that the coal was really there, locked away for the winter in the shed, she was almost too surprised and pleased to speak. At last she asked the delighted children whether the fairies had come to their aid. "No," they answered, "but all the children in the neighborhood did, and we had such a good time that it was almost the same as giving a party." "The children were very kind," Mrs. Watson said, when she had heard all [b IJ ALL A BOUT JOHNNIE JONES about the happy afternoon. "We could not have managed the coal without their assistance, and some day we must try to help them." t62 i Johnnie Jones's Story of the Stars HE stars were just beginning to ! a S show themselves in the dark blue sky, when Mother and Johnnie Jones sat down by the window to watch for Father. Mother and John- nie Jones loved the stars. Almost every evening they sat and looked up at them., Sometimes they tried to count them, but they never could, because there were so very many. Often, too, they could see the bright, round moon. Johnnie Jones said that a queer, fat little man lived in the moon, who winked and bowed whenever little boys looked at him. To [63] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES be polite, Johnnie Jones always returned the winks and bows. But this night there was no moon, just the little stars were appearing, and twinkling as fast as they could. "Mother," said Johnnie Jones, "I'll tell you a story all my own, about the shining stars." "I'd like very much to hear it," Mother answered. "Once upon a time, oh! such a very long time ago that it must have been before you were born, Mother dear, all the stars fell down from the sky. I think it was the wind that blew and blew until they became loose. They fell down whirling and twirling just like the snow flakes, except that they weren't cold and white, but all bright and shining. They [641 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES were so beautiful that the people looked out of their windows and wished the star, would never stop raining down from th. sky." "Is that all the story" asked Mother, much interested. "No, there is another part," said John.. nie Jones. "When all the stars had fallen down to the ground, what do you suppose they really were" "I can't imagine," Mother answered. "Why, Mother, they were beautiful little flowers all different colors. Some were red, some were yellow, and some were purple violets. They began to grow, and nobody gathered any, for they were so pretty there on the ground." "But," asked Mother, "when it was night time again, what did the poor [65] ALL A BO UT JOHNNIE JONES people do without any stars to shine in the sky" "Don't you see," Johnnie Jones ex- plained, "when the stars fell down they left little holes in the sky, and the light behind shone through and seemed just like the stars." "I think that is a beautiful story," and Mother thanked him with a kiss, before thev ran down-stairs to meet Father coming home. [661 Johnnie Jones and Jack t S NE day, when Johnnie Jones was playing in his front yard, he heard the yelping of a dog. He ran to the gate, and saw, lying in the street, a poor little puppy which had been hurt by a wagon, or perhaps, an automobile. "You may come home with me, you poor little thing," Johnnie Jones told the dog. "My mother wil rub salve on you and make you well. Come on." But the poor little puppy couldn't walk. Johnnie Jones picked him up, and at- tempted to carry him to the house. The [67] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES puppy was so heavy, however, that John- nie Jones was obliged to put him down and take him up again, three times, before he reached the side door. He called to Mother to come down. "But, little son," she said, "we can't keep a strange dog. We shall have to let him run away." "Oh, Mother, he's hurt, and I am sure he's hungry, so don't you think we shall have to keep him" Of course, as soon as Mother under- stood that the puppy was hurt, she knew that it would be necessary to keep him, at least until he was well again. She examined the little fellow and found that he was not badly injured, but was merely bruised and frightened. She and Johnnie Jones bathed and bandaged the poor little [681 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES body, and when the puppy seemed to feel more comfortable, gave him a bowl of milk. He could not say "Thank you," but he wagged his tail, and kissed their hands, which meant "Thank you," so they agreed that he was a polite little dog. "But where shall we keep him" asked Mother. "I can't allow him in the house, he would gnaw the legs of the chairs and tables; all puppies do when they are cut- ting their teeth." "Perhaps Father and I can build a dog- house," Johnnie Jones answered, and when Father came home they talked it over. "Well," Father decided, "If the gro-- cery man will give us a large box, we can line it, fill it with straw, and I'll cut a door in one end. That should make an excellent house for Mr. Doggie." [69] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Johnnie Jones ran to the grocery-store as fast as he could run, and asked the grocery man to send down a large box. As soon as it came, Father cut the door, Johnnie Jones arranged the straw, and there was the house all ready for the dog. Johnnie Jones named him Jack. Jack soon became well and strong, and because he was such a good dog, and because his owner could not be found, he was allowed to remain at Johnnie Jones's house. He wasn't a puppy very long. He grew and grew, until he was too large for his box, and had to sleep in the front hall of the Jones's house. He and Johnnie Jones loved each other dearly, and were almost always together. Mother used to say that they reminded her of Mary and her lamb, except that Jack was as black as coal. [70] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES You remember how Mary's lamb fol- lowed her to school one day, which was against the rule Well, it was necessary to keep Jack in the closet every morn- ing, until after Johnnie Jones had gone to kindergarten, because he always wanted to go with him. One morning the door was not fastened securely, and Jack was able to push it open. Then, before any one saw him, he ran out the gate, and followed Johnnie Jones. The little boy did not see him and did not know that Jack was just behind him as he entered the kindergarten room, until the children began to laugh and he turned around to see what was the matter. There stood Jack, wagging his tail with all his might. The children begged Miss Page, the teacher, to let Jack spend the morning in [7'] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES kindergarten, and she said that she would try him. She was afraid, however, that he would not know how to behave. John- nie Jones was a trifle late that morning, and the children were all ready to march to the circle. Jack followed his master as he marched to his place, and then sat down on the floor beside the little boy's chair. Miss Page asked the children which one of them would like to stand in the centre of the circle and shake hands with the others, in turn, as they sang the good- morning song. "Let Jack," said Johnnie Jones, "he can shake hands as well as anybody, and he is a visitor to-day." Miss Page consented, and Johnnie Jones called Jack to the circle and offered him 722 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES his hand. Jack at once gave him his paw. One by one the children came and shook Jack's paw. Everyone considered it great fun, and Jack enjoyed it also, though he could not laugh as the children did. As soon as all the good-mornings had been sung, Miss Page started a game of ball. Now there was nothing that Jack liked better than playing with a ball, so he ran out on the circle barking, and jumped up on the boy who had the ball in his hand. The boy became frightened, not understanding what Jack wanted, and let the ball fall and roll away. Jack rushed after it, knocking down chairs and tables, spilling the blocks out of their boxes, and tearing paper chains to bits. At last he caught the ball in his mouth, [731 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES brought it to Johnnie Jones, and began to jump and bark, begging the little boy to throw it. Miss Page said that she was sorry, but Jack would have to go home. "He is a very good dog," she said, "but he does not behave well in kindergarten." At that moment Sam, the hired man, came into the room. Mrs. Jones had missed Jack and sent Sam to find him. Jack was having a pleasant time and did not want to go home, but he knew how to obey, and, when Johnnie Jones commanded him to "go home," he turned slowly and walked out of the room. So you see, Jack was turned out by the teacher, just as was Mary's lamb. One bright day, when the ground was covered with snow, Father took Johnnie [74] Each child came up and shook Jack's paw- This page in the original text is blank. ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Jones for a ride on his sled. They had been around the block only twice when the clock struck two, and then it was time for Father to go to his office. "Oh! dear," said Johnnie Jones, "now I'll have no one to pull my sled. I wish Jack could." "Perhaps he can," Father answered. "When I come home to-night I'll make some sort of a harness for him, and then to-morrow we shall see what he can do." That evening, with rope, straps, and Johnnie Jones's reins Father made a very good harness, and the next day he hitched Jack to the sled. At first Jack could not imagine what Father and Johnnie Jones wished him to do. He allowed himself to be hitched to the sled, but every time Johnnie Jones sat upon it, and said "Get [75] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES up," Jack would jump about, and off would roll Johnnie Jones into the snow. Then Jack would bark as much as to say, "What are you trying to do, anyway" At last, after many trials, Father man- aged to hold Jack quiet until Johnnie Jones was seated firmly on the sled, clasping a side with each hand. Then Father, still keeping a tight hold of Jack, ran with him to the corner and back several times. At last Jack began to understand what was expected of him. The next day they tried again, and it was not long before Johnnie Jones could drive the big dog without Father's help. After a while Jack would even pull Johnnie Jones's sled to kindergarten each morn- ing, and then draw the empty sled home, after Johnnie Jones had gone into the [76] ALL A BOUT JOHNNIE JONES house. He certainly was a clever dog. It was no wonder Johnnie Jones loved him. In the winter-time there was an excel- lent place for coasting in the park very near Johnnie Jones's house. There was a long, straight hill, and at the foot of it a long, straight pond, so that, with a good start, a child could coast from the top of the hill to the end of the pond. That is, of course, when there was snow and the pond was frozen over at the same time. One afternoon Johnnie Jones started out with his sled and Jack ran along beside him. "Don't try to coast across the pond to-day," called Father. "When I was passing I noticed that the ice was broken in several places." 1777 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "Then I'll coast on the other side of the hill," Johnnie Jones answered. When he reached the park, however, he found two of the children coasting across the pond as usual. One of them, whose name was Ned, asked Johnnie Jones: "What's the matter with every- body to-day Where are the other chil- dren" "I suppose their fathers wouldn't let them come," answered Johnnie Jones; "and you shouldn't coast across the pond. My father just told me that it isn't safe, because the ice is beginning to break." "Oh! it is perfectly safe," Ned replied, "because we have been over it several times. The coasting is better fun to-day than ever before, and there are no children to block the way. Come and try it." [78] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "I wish I might," Johnnie Jones answered. He sat on his sled and watched the older boys coast safely across, and run gaily back, waving their hands to him. "Perhaps my father was mistaken," he said after a while. "I think I'll try it just once." "There is one tolerably large hole," Ned warned him, "but it is on one side, and if you are careful you won't fall in" "I'll be careful," answered Johnnie Jones; "you sit here and watch me." He placed himself flat on his sled, and Ned gave him a push. Johnnie Jones was not quite five years old then, two years younger than Ned, and he could not guide his sled very well. When it went near the big hole, he could not turn it away. L79] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Then splash! Both Johnnie Jones and the sled plunged into the icy cold water. The water was not very deep, but as Johnnie Jones struck it head foremost, and as the sled was on top of him, he might have found some trouble in forcing his way out, had it not been for Jack. That faithful friend was close beside his little master, and in just a few seconds had drawn him out of the water. As soon as Ned and Sammy Smith saw what had happened, they hurried to the house and told Mr. Jones. He ran all the way to the pond, picked up the little wet, cold boy, and carried him home as quickly as possible. Jack was wet and cold too, but he ran around so fast that he soon grew warm, then he crawled under the kitchen stove, '8b] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONE S where he stopped until he was dry. But Johnnie Jones had to go to bed, for several days, with a very bad cold. He was sorry he had been disobedient, and asked Father please to excuse him that time. Father said he would not punish him, but that he was sorry to think his little boy did not trust his father. "I do, Father," Johnnie Jones answered, "and after this I'll obey you, instead of minding little boys." "Grown people generally know best," Father said. After that, of course, Mother, Father and Johnnie Jones loved good old Jack more than ever, and were glad they had kept him when he first came to them a puppy, hurt and hungry. [8i] Stiggins OHNNIE JONES'S Aunt Jean owned a dog. His name was Stiggins, just Stiggins, for dogs need only one name, instead of the two or three that people have. Aunt Jean was accustomed to go to Lake Chau- tauqua every summer, far away from home. Stiggins liked to go with her, and was always afraid that he might be left behind, as had happened, once or twice. So, as soon as he saw Aunt Jean begin to make her preparations, he would spend all his time either following her about, or lying on her trunk. Each time she started to pack she would first have to drive Stiggins into the yard. [82] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES If she turned away, just for a few minutes, there he would be again, lying in a tray upon her best dresses, or her prettiest hats. Aunt Jean would scold and scold, but scolding was of no use. At last, when the day came on which they were to begin their journey, and the trunks had been locked and sent away, Stiggins would run to the stable, jump into the carriage, and there he would stay until he and the family had reached the station. But when it was time to board the train, Stiggins was most unhappy. He was forced to ride in the baggage car, all alone, and Stiggins liked company. He wished to ride in the sleeping car with Aunt Jean. Of course he could not, because he was only a dog, which was something that [83] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Stiggins had never quite understood. He would whimper, and run away, when the coachman attempted to lead him to his proper place, so usually, Aunt Jean had to take him, and to tie him, herself. Stiggins disliked the long ride on the train and boat, but he was just the happiest dog in the world when at last he reached Chautauqua. When once he was there he had many fine times, bathing in the Lake, going off on long walks and drives with the family, and playing with the dogs. The house in which Aunt Jean lived was very near the lake, and Stiggins liked to lie on the front porch and watch the children at play by the water's edge. One day, Harry and Sally were there with a small sail-boat attached to a string, which Harry held, as the boat sailed out on the [841 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES water. Suddenly the string broke, and then there was nothing with which to draw the boat to land. The children were quite small and did not know what to do. They asked a big boy to wade out and return the boat to them, but he was a lazy boy and told them to throw stones beyond the boat to make it come back of itself. They tried his plan, but were not strong enough to throw the stones very far, and the boat only floated further away. All this time Stiggins had been lying on the porch watching the children. I am not sure whether he thought they were throwing stones for him to swim after, or whether he saw they were in trouble and wished to help them, but this is what he did. Without a word from anyone, he L85] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES jumped up, trotted down to the water and waded in. The children and the big boy wondered what he meant to do. Stiggins himself seemed to know very well. He swam straight to the boat, caught it in his mouth, brought it to land, and dropped it at the children's feet. Then he trotted back to the porch. Harry and Sally thought that Stiggins was the kindest and most polite dog they had ever seen, and the big boy was ashamed, because he thought that a dog had been kinder and more polite than he. This story is as true as true can be. I know, because Aunt Jean saw the whole affair and she told me about it nerself. 861 When Johnnie Jones was a Santa Claus SHOULD think it would be exciting to be Santa Claus," said Johnnie Jones, "and fill chil- dren's stockings when they are asleep in bed. I should like very well to be his helper some time." "You may be," Mother answered; "anyone who really wishes to be Santa's assistant, may be." Johnnie Jones was surprised. "Well, I didn't know that," he said. "Please tell me how." "Whenever people give Christmas pres- ents to those they love, they are a sort of [87] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Santa Claus," Mother told him. "But this year you may be a real Santa Claus, if you like, with a real pack of toys, and you may fill some real stockings belonging to some real children, this coming Christmas Eve." "Oh! Mother dear, tell me all about it, quick as a wink," begged Johnnie Jones, clapping his hands with delight. "I thought you would be pleased," Mother answered. "Father knows of a large house in which ever so many chil- dren live who have never hung up their stockings. I suppose no one has thought to tell Santa Claus about them, and their fathers and mothers are very poor. Father and I want to make them have a bright, happy Christmas this year, and he has told them, each one, to be sure to hang up stockings on Christmas Eve [881 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONE S for a Santa Claus to fill. If you like, you may be that Santa, and Father and I will be your assistants, and we'll go, all three of us, to the house at night when the children are fast asleep." Johnnie Jones skipped joyfully about the room. "Shall we go in a sleigh with bells and reindeer" he asked. "We'll go in a sleigh if there is snow," Mother promnised, "but I am afraid we shall have to use horses, and pretend they are reindeer." Johnnie Jones was greatly excited. He asked Mother every question he could think of, and wished it were Christmas Eve that very minute. Mother told him he should be glad they still had several days before Christmas in which to make their preparations. F891 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES That same afternoon they went shop- ping. Johnnie Jones was allowed to select the toys for the children, and he chose enough drums and horses,wagons and cars, dolls and play-houses, dishes and tables, to fill four very large boxes. Next, they ordered the candy, pounds and pounds of it, and a big tree with ever so many candles for it. Last of all, they bought warm coats and shoes. The next three days was a busy time for Johnnie Jones. After he had finished his gifts for the family, he went to work on the decorations for the tree. He made yards and yards of brightly colored paper chains, and many cornucopias. Every evening before his bed-time Mother and Father helped him. At last the day before Christmas came. [901 ALL A BOUT JOHNNIE JONES When Johnnie Jones awoke in the morning he was very much pleased to find the ground covered with snow. It was hard to wait until night, but he was busy all day, and the time passes quickly when one is busy. After a very early supper Father, Mother and Johnnie Jones dressed them- selves in their warmest clothing and heavi- est wraps. By the time they were ready, there was the sleigh, drawn by two strong horses wearing many bells, standing before the house. It was quite a while before the toys, and candy, and ornaments, were safely packed in the sleigh, but at last al was in readiness, and away they went. After a long, beautiful ride over the hard snow, with the moon and stars shining up in the sky, they reached the big house. [9'] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES 'Are all the children asleep" Father asked two men who were waiting for them at the door. The men answered yes, and Father whispered to Johnnie Jones: "We must be very quiet, Santa Claus, that we may not waken anybody." They tipto A carefully into the first room where several children were asleep in their beds. "I see the stockings," whispered John- nie Jones eagerly. "Give me my sack." Father placed the heavy sack on the floor, and the little Santa and Mother filled the stockings with candy and nuts, oranges and tiny toys. As soon as Father had set up the tree in an empty room, he came back to help. It was the best kind of fun, but they had to be very quiet in L921 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES' order not to waken the children. Once Johnnie Jones couldn't help laughing aloud when a ridiculous old Jack popped out of the box in his hand. The laugh awoke a little boy, who sat up in bed and called out, "Hello! Is that you, Santa Claus" They had to leave the room until he fell asleep again. When all the stockings had been filled,the tree decorated, and the presents arranged under it, Father locked the door of that room so that no one should peep in before it was time. Little Santa Claus was so tired that he went to sleep in Father 's arms on the way home, and when he was being carried to bed awoke only long enough to hang his own stocking by the fire-place. The next morning he opened his eyes [931 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES very early, as is the custom of children on Christmas Day. He looked for his stocking, first of all, wondering if Santa had filled it. Of course he had, with all the things that little boys like best. Johnnie Tones was so happy over his presents, that he could scarcely take time to dress. At last Mother reminded him of those other children waiting so anx- iously for their first Christmas tree. John- nie Jones laid down his new toys imme- diately, and dressed himself as quickly as possible. Directly after breakfast they returned to the big house, this time on the street car. Before they turned the corner on their way to the house, they heard the voices of the children, who were full of joy over the presents found in their stockings. [94] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Father went at once to the room he hELd locked up the night before, and lighted the candles on the tree. When all was ready he opened the door, and Johnnie Jones invited the children to enter. They stood very quietly about the tree, not saying a word at first. It was so beautiful, and so different from anything they had ever seen, that it made them feel shy. But when Father called the children in turn, and Johnnie Jones gave to every one a warm coat, a new pair of shoes, and a splendid toy, they found their tongues, and made such a noise as you never heard. They had to dress themselves in the coats and shoes, and they had to show each other their toys. Some of them had to turn somersaults, and all of them had to mnake a great noise just to express their joy. 195] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES But happiest of all those happy children was little Johnnie Jones. All too soon, Father, Mother and John- nie Jones had to leave, so that they might reach Grandmother's house in time for dinner. When they were again on the car, the little boy began to talk of the good time they had had. "I'd like to be a Santa Claus every year," he said. "Then save your pennies," Mother answered, "until next Christmas comes." [961 An Original Valentine : OM and Sarah were the little boy and girl who lived in the small &gW brown house near the home of Johnnie Jones. It was the evening before St. Valentine's day and the brother and sister were SittiDg by the fire, talking together. "I do wish we had some valentines to send," said Tom. "If we only had some gilt or colored paper and some pictures, we could make them, but we haven't anything at all." "I am sorry," their mother told them. "The children have been so kind to you [971 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES this winter. You remember how they helped you with the coal I wish we could send them each a very beautiful valentine to thank them, but I am afraid I can't spare the money to buy even one." Sarah had been as quiet as a little mouse while Tom and Mother were speaking. Then suddenly she said: "I know what we can do!" "What" asked Tom. Sarah began to dance about the room. "It will be such fun!" she said. "Please tell me," begged Tom. "Don't you see," Sarah explained; "we can't buy valentines, and we can't make valentines, so we shall just have to be valentines !" "Now how in the world can we be valentines" Tom asked her. [98] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONE-S "We'll dress in our Sunday clothes," she answered. "We'll cut hearts out of paper and pin them all over us. Then we'll ask Mother to pin a paper envelope on each of us, and address it to one of the children. When we are ready we'll ring the door bell of that child's house, and when he opens the door, we'll speak mot- toes, and all sorts of rhymes. Won't the children laugh" "All right!" said Tom. "Only, I would rather not be a valentine myself. You be one and I will send you. We'll pretend you are the doll valentine we saw down town the other day, the one that danced when the man wound her up, and spoke the verse." "Well!" Sarah assented, "and you must [99] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES wind me up and I'll dance little Sally Waters." They spent the rest of the evening thinking of rhymes. Their mother taught them all she could remember, and Sarah repeated them over and over again so that she should not forget. The next morning they went to school, but as soon as they had reached home and eaten their lunch they began their prepa- rations. No one in the whole world ever saw a sweeter valentine than Sarah, when she was read, in her bright red dress and short snowz-white coat, decorated with paper hearts. Then her mother cut and folded some wrapping paper into a big envelope, and placed it about Sarah's little body. Of course her feet had to be left DIOO] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES free so that she could walk, and her head, so that she could breathe. "Let's go to Johnnie Jones's house first," Tom said. So his mother addressed the envelope to Master Johnnie Jones, and the children started off. Johnnie Jones was at home that after- noon, feeling very sad. He had fallen into the pond several days before, and the icy bath had given him such a cold that he had to stay indoors. He could see the other children running about from house to house sending their valentines, and he wanted to run about and send some too. To be sure he had received ever so many, but he was tired of looking at them and hearing the mottoes read, and he wished L10IJ ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES very much that some one would come in to play with him. Mother had just said: "I am afraid no one will come to-day, dear, because all the children are busy with their valentines," when the door bell rang. As soon as Maggie had opened the door she called up to Johnnie Jones: "There's a beautiful valentine down here for you. I'll bring it up. Tom sent it. I caught him at the door, so I'll bring him up, too." Johnnie Jones ran to the head of the staircase as fast as he could run. How he did laugh when Maggie placed Sarah before him, and showed him the address on the envelope. "It's a doll valentine," Tom explained, "and it has a phonograph in it. I'll wind it up." [I02] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES He knelt down and pretended to turn a crank. Then Sarah, who had not smiled or spoken a word before, said: "If you love me as I love you, No knife can cut our love in two." Tom turned the crank again, and this time she danced. "Let me wind it," begged Johnnie Jones, who was very much pleased. He did, and the valentine said: "Roses red and violets blue, Sugar is sweet and so are you." Mother joined the children in the hall, and was delighted with the valentine, which each one wound up until it had said all the rhymes that Sarah knew, and had danced until she was tired. Then the doll changed into a little girl for a while, and L10,3 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES she had some milk and cookies with the other children. "We shall have to go now," Tom said at last, looking out of the window. "The other children have gone into their houses and I must send them each a valentine." So Mother made a new envelope and addressed it to Miss Elizabeth Elkins. "Thank you for my valentine," said Johnnie Jones. "It's the loveliest one I have had all day, only I wisL I could keep it as I can the others." All the children who received the little Valentine in turn, made exactly the same remark, so Tom and Sarah were very happy over the success of their plan. [I04] When Johnnie Jones was a Cry-Baby W L 2 L his life Johnnie Jones had Q g been a bright, happy little fel- W low who seldom cried even when he was hurt. Therefore, every- one who knew him was surprised when suddenly, just before he was five years old, he became a cry-baby. The trouble began with some of the older boys in the neighborhood. There were three of them who were several years older than Johnnie Jones, and a year older than the other children. Lately these big boys had commenced to tease the smaller ones, and especially Johnnie Jones. They [I05] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES did not intend to be unkind, but would often make him cry by rolling him off his sled, pelting him with snowballs, or calling him nicknames. Of course, there was no reason for cry- ing, since, although the boys were rather rough, they never really hurt Johnnie Jones. Indeed, they loved him, and were only in fun when they teased him. If Johnnie Jones had been brave enough to laugh at them he would soon have been left in peace; but as he always cried instead, the boys began to call him "cry- baby." Johnnie Jones soon formed the bad habit of crying about every little thing that did not please him, until at last it was difficult to live with him. His father and mother were greatly distressed, and tried [io6] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES in every way to help Johnnie Jones. They told him that they were ashamed to have a cry-baby for a son, but that only made him cry more than ever. Finally Mother said that something must be done, for Johnnie Jones had reached the point where he was almost always crying. He would come home crying from kindergarten, he would come in from play with tears in his eyes, and worst of all, every few minutes, he would find some excuse for crying at home. "I think he must be ill," Mother said to Father, one day, "and I am so worried that I shall take him to the doctor." Father agreed, so in the afternoon, Mother and Johnnie Jones paid Dr. Smith a visit in his office. Dr. Smith was a great friend of Johnnie I071 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Jones's and was sorry to hear of the crying spells. He examined the little boy very carefully, but could find nothing wrong with him. Then he said that he was sure Johnnie Jones was not ill, and that he cried so often just because he had formed a bad habit. "It is a very disagreeable habit," he continued, "and I know you want to overcome it, so I'll write you a prescription for some medicine. Doctors usually do not prescribe for people unless they are ill, but I think if you take a spoonful of this medicine every time you cry, you will soon be cured of the habit. You try it, anyway." He gave the prescription to Mother, who, after thanking him, left the office with Johnnie Jones. On the way home [ i o8] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES they stopped at the drug-store and bought the medicine, which mother took into the house with her, while Johnnie Jones ran out to play. There wasn't a child in that neighbor- hood who was not fond of Johnnie Jones, but since he had become a cry-baby none of them cared to play with him, because he would often spoil the best game by stopping to cry. No one enjoys playing with a tearful boy or girl. All the children were playing in the snow when Johnnie Jones joined them. They had built a snow fort, which half of the children were trying to destroy with snowballs, and which half were defending. They were having the merriest sort of a time. Occasionally some one would be struck by a ball, but he would just laugh [1091 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES and send back another, for it was all in fun. Johnnie Jones began to play, too, and was enjoying himself very much, when unfortunately a stray ball struck his cheek. It did hurt, but not nearly enough to cry about, for all the balls were soft. Johnnie Jones, however, began to cry, called the children "unkind," which was foolish, and ran away home. As soon as he entered the house, Mother gave him some of the medicine. Never was anyone more surprised than Johnnie Jones, when he tasted it! The only other medicine he had ever taken had been sweet, but this was dreadfully bitter. He had no sooner swallowed it than he began to cry again. Mother immediately poured more of it from the bottle. [IIo] A LL A BO UT JOHNNIE JONES "I won't take any more," Johnnie Jones said between his sobs, "it is bad medicine." "Yes, indeed," Mother told him, "you must take it every time you cry, just as the doctor said, because we can't continue to have a cry-baby in the house. You must take another dose now unless you can stop crying without it." "I'll stop," said Johnnie Jones, and he did. Mother poured some of the medicine into another bottle to send to Miss Page at kindergarten, and then placed the rest on the mantel where Johnnie Jones could see it. It was remarkable how quickly the little boy was cured of his bad habit. After he had taken but three doses of the bitter medicine he learned to stop and think III I I] ALL ABOUT JOHATNNE JONES when anything failed to please him. Then, instead of allowing himself to cry, he would often manage to laugh, which was much more sensible, and much pleasanter for the people near him. Soon he began to realize what a foolish little boy he had been, and at last he made up his mind to be, instead of a cry-baby, a big, brave boy. And that is what he was, all the rest of his life, bright and sweet and brave, so that everyone loved to be with him, grown folks as well as the children. [1I 2] Johnnie Jones and the Man Who Cried "Wolf" too Often OME time passed by before people began to realize that Johnnie Jones was no longer a cry-baby. On that account he had a very unpleasant experience one day. The children were playing horse on the sidewalk, and Johnnie Jones as one of the horses, was being driven by Sammy Smith. All went well until they reached a rough place in the pavement. Here Johnnie Jones tripped and fell, scraping his leg [I '31 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES against a sharp stone, and straining and bruising his arm quite badly. It happened so quickly that none of the children saw that he was hurt, and so did not pity him when he began to cry. -They were so accustomed to hear him cry over every little trouble, that they thought nothing of his crying then. If they had known he was really hurt, they would have been kind and helped him up. As it was, they merely told him not to be such a cry-baby and ran off and left himn. Just then Father came by on his way home, and when he saw Johnnie Jones leaning against the fence, crying, he thought, too, that the little boy had be- come a cry-baby again. If he had seen Johnnie Jones fall, he would have picked him up and carried him home in his arms; [i r4] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES but not knowing that the little boy was really hurt, he took hold of his hand, and walked home with him. Johnnie Jones was trying his best not to cry, but I think the bravest boy in the world might not have been able to keep back the tears, with such a sore leg and arm. As they entered the house, Mother said: "Oh little son! crying again" When she had heard of the accident, she told Johnnie Jones that she was sorry, and would try to help him after lunch. But as soon as she saw that he could eat nothing at all, she asked Father to carry him up- stairs, where she examined the injured leg and arm. When she found them so badly scraped and bruised, she was greatly dis- tressed. "You poor little boy!" she exclaimed. [II] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "No one realized that you were really in pain." After she had bathed and bandaged the leg and arm, and made Johnnie Jones comfortable, she brought his lunch up to him, and while he was eating, told him this story: Once, a long, long time ago, there lived a man whose name has been forgotten. He lived with other men and their families out in the pasture lands, and there he tended the sheep. Now a great many wolves lived near by, which often tried to steal into the fold and carry off the sheep. Everyone kept a close watch for these wolves, and when any person saw one he would cry out, "wolf! wolf!" so that all the others might come to help him destroy it, and save the sheep. But this first man ['I 6j ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES of whom I told you, liked to call "wolf!" when there was no wolf there, just lo frighten or disturb the others. Sometimes he would waken the men at night by his foolish cry, and they would come running out only to find lie had given a false alarm. At last these men grew weary of answering his calls. Besides, as there had been no wolves about for some little time, they were feeling quite safe. One night, when the foolish man was keeping watch over his sheep, he saw in the distance an entire pack of wolves coming steadily toward the fold. Instant- ly he raised a loud cry, "WOLF! WOLF !" and waited for help. But no help came. The men heard his cry, but as they did not believe the wolves were really there, [II7] ALL A BOUT JOHNNIE JONES they remained in their beds. One man alone could not defend himself and his sheep against a pack of hungry wolves. So, next morning, he was found badly injured, and the sheep were gone. Every- one was sorry for the man, but all knew he could blame only himself. He had cried "wolf!" too often, when there was no wolf there, and so he was not believed when the wolf came at last. "Johnnie Jones," said Mother, when she had finished the story, "you have cried so often when there was no reason for cry- ing, that this one time when you cried because you were really hurt, no one believed you. I am very sorry for you, little son, but don't you see that it was no one's fault but your own" [I I8] Johnnie Jones's Birthday Party FEW days before Johnnie Jones's m S Xb fifth birthday, Mother asked himi t ; what he would like to have for a birthday present. "A party," he answered immediately, "and I want to invite all the children who live on this street." "Very well," Mother said, "we'll write the invitations now, on your own note paper." Johnnie Jones gave her a joyful hug, and ran to his desk for the paper. Mother wrote upon every sheet: "Johnnie Jones will be very glad to have you come to his [I 19] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES birthday party, Saturday afternoon, from three until five o'clock." She addressed an envelope to each one of his playmates, and Johnnie Jones stamped, sealed and mailed the invitations as soon as they were written. Next day the postman brought the answers. The children accepted with a great deal of pleasure. Wednesday, Thursday, and Friday seemed very long days to impatient John- nie Jones. "I sometimes think," he said to Mother, "that Saturday isn't coming this week." But, when he awoke one morning, Saturday had come at last, and the party was to be that very day. While Mother was helping him to dress in his party clothes, she said: "Remember [120] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES to make everyone glad that he came to your party, and to play whatever the children wish, even if they do not choosy your favorite games." He promised to remember, and as soon as he was dressed, ran to the window to watch for his guests. He did not havre long to wait before they began to arrive. As soon as the children had removed their hats and coats, Johnnie Jones led them to a long kindergarten table, which Mother had borrowed. Each child sat down in a small red chair, and made a necklace of colored beads, which was soon finished and tied about his neck. When all the children had arrived and all the necklaces were finished, the boys and girls gathered in the long hall, where Johnnie Jones's roller coaster was ready [I2I] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES for them. Each child had three rides, and enjoyed them all, for the hall was unusually long, and with a good start, one could go to the end of it, almost as fast as the lightning flashes. Of course, Johnnie Jones had his three rides after the others, because he was the host, and the children his guests. "Now we may go to the parlor for our games," he said as he led the children down the front stairway. The parlor was large, so there was room enough for the children to run freely about. They played "Drop the Handker- chief," and "Blind-Man's Buff," and "Go- ing to Jerusalem," until they were tired and ready for a more quiet game. Johnnie Jones let the others choose the games, and I22] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES he watched that every child had a chance to play. After the children had rested a moment, Mother invited them to march up-stairs again, for the "real" party. Johnnie Jones's auntie played the piano for them, and the children formed in line and marched to the room in which they had made the necklaces. The same kindergarten table was there, and in the same place, but no one would ever have known it, for it had been covered with a white table cloth, and on it were vases of lovely pink roses, and dishes full of pink and white peppermint candy. Exactly in the centre was a large birthday cake with five pink candles, and every one of them lighted. At each place was a dish of ice cream in the form of a [I231 ALL ABOUT jOHNPI,'E. JONES pink and white flower, though no flower ever had so sweet a taste. At each place there was something else. There was a tiny automobile delivery wagon, with a queer little doll chauffeur, and inside it were bundles of candy. These were to be taken home, Mother said, and no one was to open the bundles at the party. Of course no one did. Besides all of these things, there were two paper bon-bons for each child, one to open at the party, and one to take home. The children were hungry after their games, and for a while they were very quiet. When they had finished their ice cream, however, and had eaten a piece of the birthday cake, with good wishes for Johnnie Jones, they began to siul the bon-bons apart. Then there was noise [I24] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES enough, for the bon-bons cracked and popped, and that made the children laugh.. All, that is, except one small girl who was afraid. She was sitting next to Johnnie Jones, and she asked him to open his bon-bon without pulling it apart. Johnnie Jones liked to hear the popping sound, and he could not help thinking that Susie was foolish to object to it, but he remembered that he must make every- one happy at his party, so he did as his little neighbor asked. Five o'clock came all too soon, and then it was time for the children to return to their homes. When they were ready in their coats and hats, they bade Mother and Johnnie Jones good-by. "Thank you for the good time we have had," they said, as they turned their happy faces [I251 A LL A BOUT JOHNNIE JONES homeward, wearing the necklaces and carrying the bon-bons and automobiles. When everyone had gone, Mother held tired, happy little Johnnie Jones on her lap. "Did you enjoy your party" she asked him. "Yes, Mother dear," he answered. "I had a good time, and all the children had a good time, and it was a beautiful party." "It was a beautiful party," Mother agreed, "and I'll tell you why. It was be- cause both you and I did all in our power to make our company happy. I am very glad," she added, "that Johnnie Jones is my little boy and that he has enjoyed his birthday." [126] The Sleeping Beauty N THE early spring Mother would always tell this story to Johnnie Jones. Once upon a time there lived the most beautiful princess in the whole world. She was so sweet that everyone loved her,-all the grown people, all the children, and even all the animals. She wore such lovely dresses that everyone who was permitted to see their beauty was filled with joy, and she had a new one every day. She lived in the most beautiful home in the whole world. The ceiling was made of blue sky, the carpet of soft green grass, and the walls were formed by lofty trees [127] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES with their branches interlaced. Every- where were flowers of different colors, red and yellow and purple. I can't tell you how lovely it was, or how happy the king, the queen and the beautiful princess were who lived there. One day the princess decided to make for herself a dress as white as snow, trimmed with shining pearls and sparkling diamonds. If the queen had known her intention, she would have forbidden the princess to touch a needle. I will tell you why. When the princess was a tiny baby, the king and queen had forgotten to ask one old fairy lady to the christening. As it happened, she wasn't a good old fairy lady. Perhaps that is why she was for- gotten. She came to the christening with- [I28] ALL A BOUT JOINNIE JONES out an invitation, which was very rude, and made herself most disagreeable while she was there. She told the king arid queen that because they had forgotten her, the princess should one day prick her- self with a needle and immediately A to sleep, and that she should never awake unless the splendid prince should chance to find her. Now the princess did not know of this, and she forgot to tell her mother that she intended to make the dress. That was the cause of all the trouble. The princess cut and sewed, and sewed and cut, until the dress was finished. Then she laid aside her old gown, of red and brown, and dressed herself in the new one. She was just about to replace the needle in the workbasket, before showing I 1291 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES herself to her mother, when, suddenly, she pricked her finger. Imnmediately she sank back on her bed fast asleep. At that very instant the king and queen fell asleep, too. So did the animals, but the birds flew away. Even the little flies, who had been buzzing on the walls, went fast asleep. Then it was very still everywhere, because no one was stirring to make a noise. Even the trees were quiet, for their leaves had all dropped off, and they seemed to be sleeping too. They slept a long, long time. Then, the most splendid prince in all the world approached the palace gate. This prince had wonderful golden hair, and he was clothed entirely in shining gold. He rode in a chariot so bright that it could be seen for many miles. His horses were [I301 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES swift and he travelled fast, on his journey throughout the world. When at last he reached the princess's house, he regarded it with wonder. "How very quiet," he murmured. "Can it be that anyone lives in this gloomy place" He stepped out of his chariot and tip- toed in, through the open door. He stepped so softly that no one could have heard him, but he shone so brightly that he made the whole house light. The splendid prince saw that every- body and everything was fast asleep. In their rooms he found the king and queen. At last he came to the room where lying upon her bed was the princess. Very lovely she was, in her dress as FII3 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES white as snow trimmed with pearls and diamonds. The prince leaned over to see her better, and he made the diamonds sparkle so brilliantly that if you had been there you would have needed to close your eyes. "This is the most beautiful princess in all the world," said the prince. "I wish she would waken." Then he kissed her. Tmmediately the beautiful princess opened her eyes and looked at the prince. At that same moment the king and queen awoke from their sleep. So did the ani- mals, and all the flowers, and the little buds on the trees. The flies began to buzz about on the walls, and the birds came flying back, singing their sweetest songs. [I32] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES The princess was very happy to be awake again She attired herself in a lovely dress, indeed the loveliest one that she possessed. It was bright green, with jewels as clear as the rain drops. Then the king and queen ordered a marriage feast, and the beautiful princess married the splendid prince. i 1331 Johnnie Jones and the Butterfly E CAREFUL! Don't step on mij that caterpillar," said Mother. i i "'Why not" asked John- nie Jones. "It's such an ugly caterpillar." "It can't help being ugly," Mother answered, "and besides some day it will be a beautiful butterfly." "Really" Johnnie Jones asked, much surprised. Then Mother told him a story about a caterpillar and a butterfly. Once upon a time, a little caterpillar was crawling slowly up a tree. "Oh! dear," he said to himself, "I wish I had [I341 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES wings like the birds, and could fly away to the top of a tree, instead of having to crawl slowly about." A beautiful butterfly was resting a moment near by and heard what the little caterpillar said. "How would you like to be a beautiful butterfly such as I am," she asked him, "and go flying; about all day, sipping honey from the flowers" "I should like it very much indeed," he answered, "but you see I am only an ugly little caterpillar who can do nothing but crawl, and I have to be very careful to avoid being stepped upon." "I'll tell you a lovely secret," Whispered the butterfly. "Next summer you will surely be As beautiful as I, ['351 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Because my gauzy wings you see, Are very, very new. A caterpillar once was I And crawled about like you." The ugly little caterpillar did not believe the beautiful butterfly. He just laughed. "Oh!" said the lovely butterfly, "All chat I say is true. But you can't stay there very long, There's work for you to do. "To the very top of this big tree You must begin to go, Because all little crawling things, They are so very slow. "There you must even change your skin Till it becomes dark brown. And you must spin a rope of silk To tie you tightly down. [I36] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "You will sleep through the long cold winter, When the icy winds do blow. You will sleep through the long cold winter, When everywhere there's snow. "But by and by, in the spring-time, How happy you will be! For you will wake and find yourself A butterfly like me! "Then work on, crawling little thing," Whispered the butterfly, "For winter's coming very fast, And so good-by, good-by." The little caterpillar thought: "How could I possibly turn into a butterfly I have seen other caterpillars tie themselves to twigs, but they always seemed very foolish to me." [I371 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES However, that little caterpillar wanted more than anything else in the world to become a butterfly, so he decided to try. He crawled slowly up the tree until he found a branch that suited him exactly. Then he selected a twig and spun about it a soft resting place of silk. He spun a soft silken loop, too, with which he tied hLimself to the twig. Very soon he lost all his bright color, and became as brown as the twig itself. If you had seen him, you would probably have thought he was nothing but a small brown leaf. When the cold, snowy days came, the little caterpillar knew nothing whatever about them, for he was fast asleep. At last, after a long, long winter, there began to be signs of spring. Soon, soft [I381 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES warm little rain drops began to fail on the chrysalis (for that is what we call the sleeping caterpillar), whispering: "Spring is coming and it's time to awake!" Soon, soft warm little sunbeams began to dance on the chrysalis, whispering: "Spring is almost here, it is time to awake !" Soon. soft, warm little breezes began to blow the chrysalis about, whispering: "Spring is here, and it is time to awake!" Then, at last, the little caterpillar did. awake. He slowly broke away his old. dried skin and the silk fastenings which he had spun so many months before, and. he crawled out in the sunshine, wet and still drowsy after his long sleep. After a while he became warm and dry, and wide awake in the bright sunlight, and then, suddenly, he felt that he had wings! He ['39] ALL ABOUTJOHNNIEJONES looked in a rain-drop mirror, and there he saw himself a beautiful butterfly. Don't you think he must have been very proud and happy, as he spread his wings and flew away to sip the honey tromn the flowers, and to play with all the other butterflies, knowing that he would never again have to crawl about on the ground "Oh! Mother dear," said Johnnie Jones, "let's take this caterpillar home, so I can watch it turn into a butterfly." Mother considered his idea a good one, so they carried the caterpillar home on a twig, with many leaves from the tree towards which it had been crawling. When they reached the house they placed twigs, leaves and caterpillar in a glass jar, with netting over the top. "We shall have to give it fresh leaves [140] When he spread his wings and flew away- This page in the original text is blank. ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES every day," Mother said, "until it has eaten enough and goes to sleep. We can watch it carefully through this glass jar." Johnnie Jones knelt down beside the jar and whispered: "Ugly little caterpillar, if you will tie yourself to that branch, and change your skin, and go to sleep, next spring you will wake a beautiful butterfly." Johnnie Jones was sure the caterpillar heard what he said, because it went to sleep just as it was told. All winter long the little boy watched it, and one day, in the early spring, really saw it come out a gorgeous butterfly. When it spread its bright wings and flew away, I wonder which was happier, the butterfly or John- nie Jones. [I4I] Mr. and Mrs. Bird and the Baby Birds LITEN to that bird!" exclaimed Sx v Johnnie Jones. "That is Mr. Bird," Mother answered. "I shall have to tell you a story about him and Mrs. Bird and their children." Once upon a time Mr. Bird felt so happy and gay that he could scarcely be quiet a single moment. It was spring-time again and he sang beautiful songs to Mrs. Bird, about the sunshine and soft, sweet air, and about the little home they would make in the old elm tree. Mrs. Bird would listen for a while to his song and then they L142] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONI,-S would both fly away to find the twigs and straws with which to build the nest. Very hard indeed the little birds worked, for each straw had to be carefully woven, in and out and out and in, so that the nest should be quite firm and round. As soon as the nest was ready, pretty little Mrs. Bird laid four lovely blue eggs in it. She knew, and Mr. Bird knew, that there were four baby birds asleep in the eggs, and so they were happier than ever before. But now Mrs. Bird had to sit on the nest all the day long, to keep the eggs warm. Of course, Mr. Bird had to feed her. He would fly all over the park, finding good things to eat, and carry them back to drop into Mrs. Bird's mouth. When she was no longer hungry, Mr. Bird would hop to a branch near by, and sing to her. L 431 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES You may think that Mrs. Bird grew tired of sitting there on the nest day after day. You may think Mr. Bird became tired of feeding Mrs. Bird, and of singing to her, day after day. But neither one seemed to grow tired at all. They just watched and waited, as the days went by. After a while the little baby birds began to wake up, and one day Mrs. Bird heard a queer scratching sound that made her very glad. The babies were beginning to break open the shell! Peck! Peck! Peck! Soon a little head came out of the shell. Crack! Crack! Crack! and there was a little bird in the nest for Mr. and Mrs. Bird to love and take care of. By the time the first pieces of shell had been thrown from the nest, another little bird had broken through. Then came ['44] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES another, and still one more, until there were four baby birds in the nest, all crying as loud as they could, "Peep! Peep ! Peep! please give us something to eat." Then both Mr. and Mrs. Bird had to fly away to seek their own breakfast, and to bring some to the children. You never saw such hungry babies! They kept their parents busy all the day long, bringing them food. They weren't very polite to each other, either, those baby birds. They would crowd and push, and almost Send each other out of the nest, trying to get every morsel, instead of each waiting his own turn to be fed. But then, they were only birds and did not know any better. Day after day, they were fed by their parents. Night after night, they were kept warm under Mrs. Bird's wings. No [1451 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES wonder those baby birds soon grew big and strong. They were ever so much prettier when they grew big enough to wear feathers. Soon, one little bird felt so strong, that he said he wanted to fly away, too, and see what the ground and other trees were like. "Not to-day," Mrs. Bird told him. "Wait until your wings are a wee bit stronger, and then I'll teach you to fly." When both Mr. and Mrs. Bird had flown away, this same little bird said to his brothers: "It seems quite easy to fly, all you need to do is to flap your wings. I think I'll try it alone." "You had better not!" the others told him. "Yes, I will," the little bird said. [146] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES He hopped to the edge of the nest, and began to flap his wings. He did not quite dare to raise his feet, though, for he felt rather timid when he looked down and saw how far away the ground seemed to be. But he flapped his wings so vigor- ously, pretending to fly, that he lost his balance and fell. He was not hurt, for the grass was tall and soft, but he was greatly frightened, and cried out for his mother. Mrs. Bird was too far away to hear him, but a little girl did. She picked himi up very gently, and ran to show him to her father. "Look at this cunning little bird which I have found! May I keep it for mine" she asked him. "No," said her father. "See, it is only [1471 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES a baby bird, which has fallen from its nest, and is crying for its mother. Show me where you found it; perhaps I can reach the nest if we can discover it among the leaves." The little girl pointed out the tree to her father. He placed a ladder against it, and, climbing up, was able to drop the little bird into its home. In a few days Mr. and Mrs. Bird were ready to teach all their babies to fly. "Come on," they said, "spread your wings, jump into the air, and fly just a little way, to that other limb of the tree." Three of the little birds obeyed at once, and reached the resting place in safety. But the fourth little bird was afraid to try, because he had fallen before. "Don't be a coward," urged his father [148] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES and mother. "You fell before because your wings were not strong enough to bear you up, but now you will have no trouble." The little bird wouldn't budge. The parent birds knew it was time for him to learn, so they pushed the foolish little fellow out of the nest, and watched him spread his wings, and flutter to the ground. There he found more courage, and after a while he flew up to join his brothers on the tree. "I was sitting at my window," Mother told Johnnie Jones, "and saw it all happen. Of course I can't understand the language of birds, and I am not sure I have repeated exactly what the parent birds said to the babies, or what the babies said to each other, but only what they seemed to say. [149] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Anyway, everything happened as I have told you." "Soon the babies could fly nearly as well and as far as the old birds, and after that the little nest was left quite empty, rocked by the wind in the old tree top." [150] The Coming of Little Brother 0 2LMOST all of the children who 2 2 2 attended the kindergarten where d Johnnie Jones spent his morn- ings, had a baby brother or sister at home. They spoke of "their babies" so often and enjoyed so much making presents to take them, that John- nie Jones wished for a baby at his house, and talked to Mother about it. One night, Mother said she had a secret to tell him. He was glad, for he liked to have secrets with Mother, who told him a great many, because he could keep them so well ['5'] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "It is the most beautiful secret in all the world," Mother said. "Spring-time is coming very fast, and next month, when the trees and the flowers wake up because winter is over and gone, a dear little baby is coming to live with us." "Oh! Mother dear, I am so glad!" said Johnnie Jones. "But why does the baby wait so long I want him this very day." "Dear," Mother answered, "the baby is still fast asleep, just as the little flower buds are, and we must watch and wait until he comes. It will not be very long, little son, and then how happy we'll be, you and Father and I!" "At first the baby will be too small and helpless to play, and will need his big brother to take care of him so that he may [152] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES grow tall and strong. Then, by and by, he will be able to run about and talk, and play with you. But always, always, he will need you to help him, and teach him, and care for him." After that evening, when Mother had whispered the beautiful secret to him, Johnnie Jones would ask her each day: "Will our baby wake up and come to- morrow" But Mother could not tell him, so they just waited, and made ready, day after day. At last one bright, warm morning when Johnnie Jones awoke, he saw Father bending down over his bed with such a happy face that he asked at once: "Has our baby waked up and come" "Yes," Father answered, "there is a Little Brother in Mother's room, and she ['53] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES says she can't wait any longer to show him to you." Johnnie Jones was very much excited and, as soon as possible, he tiptoed into Mother's room. Father had asked him to be very quiet. "Come here, dear," Mother said, "I have been waiting such a long time for you." She drew him down beside her, and showed him a tiny baby boy no larger than a doll. As Johnnie Jones leaned down to see, the Little Brother opened his eyes wide, and looked at him. Johnnie Jones was too happy to say a word. He sat down close to the bed, and Father placed the baby in his arms. Johnnie Jones held him very carefully, so that he might not hurt him or let him fall. (154] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONE S "He is your Little Brother," Mother SEAid softly, "your Little Brother to love and take care of all your life. You will always remember that, won't you" And Johnnie Jones always did. 115F Little Brother and Johnnie Jones ITTLE BROTHER was a merry baby with a smile for everyone. Soon he was old enough to be on the floor with Johnnie Jones, and to build houses of blocks, and play with the toys. He learned to walk very early, when he was less than a year old. Then indeed, he kept the family busy, guarding him from harm. One day he found the sharp scissors, which Johnnie Jones had to take away very quickly before he could cut himself. Another day he tried to eat a paper of pins, and Johnnie Jones had to run very fast to [i56] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES reach him in time. That one baby kept Father and Mother, Johnnie Jones and Maggie, all busy, because he was too young to know that some things are dangerous for babies to have. Sometimes, because he was too little to know any better, he objected to having the scissors, or knives, or cookies, taken away. Then what do you suppose he would do He would run straight to Johnnie Jones and pull his hair! He always seemed to feel happier after that. It hurts to have one's hair pulled, but Johnnie Jones seldom cried or was cross with the baby. He would just laugh and run away when he saw him coming for his hair. Besides, that bad habit did not last long, and you may be sure ['57] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES that Johnnie Jones was glad when it was broken! The first word the baby learned to say after "Mama" was "Buddy," and he meant Johnnie Jnr- s. He knew when it was time for the big boy to come home from kindergarten, and he would stand at the window watching for him. As soon as he saw him coming he would wave his hand, and run to the steps to meet him. Then they would have a romp. Their favorite game was "I Spy." One day they were playing "I Spy," and Little Brother was hiding. Usually it was very easy to find him, because his favorite hiding place was the nearest corner. But this time he wasn't there when Johnnie Jones looked, nor anywhere in the room or hall. [158] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONE.S "Where can he be" Johnnie Jones asked Mother. She came to help him. They called the baby but heard no answer. Then they began to be worried and looked in every room. Suddenly they heard a great splash in the bath-tub. They ran into the bath- room, and there they found the baby. Little Brother had forgotten he was playing "I Spy." He had wandered into the bath-room, and climbing on a chair dropped the soap into the tub which was full of water. Then, very soon, he dropped himself in, too! That was the splash the others had heard. Mother and Johnnie Jones lifted him out, wet as he could be, and very much frightened. "You dear little rascal !" exclaimed LIS9] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Johnnie Jones. "Didn't you know you couldn't swim" "It certainly is a good thing," Mother said, "that he has a big brother to take care of him. [160j Elizabeth with the Children . NE day Elizabeth came over to spend the afternoon with John- nie Jones, who was very glad to see her. "Let's play horse," suggested Johnnie Jones. "I have a new pair of reins with bells on them." "No, I don't want to play horse," Eliza- beth said. "I want to play "I spy," and I want to hide. You must find me." "All right!" answered Johnnie Jones. But as soon as it was Johnnie Jones's turn to hide, and Elizabeth's to find him, she decided that she would rather play 116I1 ALL ABOUT nOHNNIE JONES fire-engine. "I'll be the fireman and put out the fire with your real little hose, aniw you be the horse and engine," she said. "All right," Johnnie Jones answered again. After they had extinguished several fires, Elizabeth said: "Now we'll play grocery- store, and I'll be the man who keeps it. We'll borrow some apples and potatoes from the cook, and you come to buy them." "No," said Johnnie Jones this time, "I'll be the grocery man, and you the lady who comes to buy." "I won't play if I mayn't be the store- keeper," threatened Elizabeth. "But that's not fair," saidJohnnieJones. "You have chosen every game, and have taken the best part in each one for yourself. Now it is my turn to choose." [162] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "I'll go home if you won't let me be the grocery man," Elizabeth told him. "No," he answered, "because that's not a fair way to play." Then Elizabeth left him. She did not go home, however, but just next door to Katherine's house. She found Katherine and Mary at home, playing with their dolls. As soon as the little girls saw Elizabeth, they said: "You can't play with us unless you play the right way. You can't be Mother all the time." "Well, if you won't let me play my way, I won't play at all," said Elizabeth, and ran on until she came to Sarah's house. Sarah, Tom and Ned were jumping rope, and they called out to Elizabeth: [i63] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "You can't play with us unless you will turn the rope part of the time." "I don't like to turn, I like to jump," Elizabeth complained. But when she realized that she would not be allowed to jump until she first turned the rope for the others, she left these children too, and went next door to visit Sammy Smith. That little boy and Susie were playing with a big wagon. They asked Elizabeth to play with them, and because they were courteous little children, and she was their visitor, they permitted her to take the first ride, and pretended that they were two strong horses hitched to her carriage. When they were tired, they told Elizabeth that it was time for her to become a horse and let one of them ride. [i64) ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "No," said Elizabeth, "I like to ride better than to pull the wagon." "We won't let you ride any longer," they answered, "because it's your turn to play that you are a horse." "Then I'll go home," she said, and this time she did. "What is the matter" asked her mother. "The children won't play the way I want them to, and I don't like them any more because I think they are unkind," she answered. "I wish I could go to fairy-land and be a princess, or else that I were a grown-up lady." "Even grown-up ladies and princesses cannot always have their own way," her mother said. Elizabeth stood at the window and [i65] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES looked out across the street. Most of the children had gathered there in front of Johnnie Jones's house, and were jumping rope. Elizabeth could hear them count- ing, and laughing, and talking. She began to feel very lonely. At last she put on her hat again and ran back to join the children. "If you will let me play with you," she said, "I'll play anything you like." "All right!" they answered, "and some- times we'll play what you like." "And I won't always ask for the best part any more," she said. "You may have the part you like when it is your turn to choose," they told her. "I'll turn the rope now," Elizabeth added. "You turn until some one trips," the others answered. [i661 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Elizabeth spent the remainder of the afternoon with the children, who were glad to have her because she played fair. Elizabeth herself was very happy. She was even glad that she wasn't a princess or a grown-up lady; glad that she was just a little girl who had learned to play with other children. Johnnie Jones and the Hoop-Rolling Club K NE day, all the children of the neighborhood decided to form a hoop-rolling club. Each child was to buy a hoop and deco- rate it with bells and ribbons. Then, every Saturday morning, all of them were to go to the park and have a procession. They were to try their best to turn square corners, to roll their hoops in a straight line, and to keep them from falling down. No matter where they rolled them, up hill or down hill, over smooth ground or rough, they were not to let the hoops fall. The one who could do all these things [i68] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES the best was to be the captain and lead the procession wherever he wished. He could go swiftly or slowly, just as he liked, and all the rest were to follow in the same manner. The captain was to remain captain only so long as he could roll his hoop better than anyone else in the club. The children were delighted with their plan, and ran to the shop to buy the hoops. All except poor little Johnnie Jones! He was not quite as old as the others, and he could not manage a hoop. He had tried to roll one belonging to Sammy Smith, one day, but he had been unable to prevent its falling down every time he struck it. Of course he wanted to join the club, and he asked Mother what she thought he had better do. [i6g] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Mother went with him to the grocery- store, and bought a small hoop, much smaller than Sammy Smith's. Then she told Johnnie Jones that no one could teach him to roll it. "You must just try and try until you succeed, little boy," she said. Johnnie Jones tried, all the way home, but he was as unsuccessful with the new hoop as he had been with Sammy Smith's old one. The other children watched him, but they did not know how to help him, much as they wished to do so. One big boy was rude enough to laugh at him, which hurt his feelings so much that he went out into his back yard to practise. There he tried, and tried again, until he was very tired. Every day while the other children were [I70] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE 101VE-S decorating their hoops or were playing together, Johnnie Jones would practise all alone in the back yard, where no one could see him. He tried so hard that at last he succeeded in rolling his hoop from the porch to the gate without letting it fall a single time. He was greatly en- couraged then, but he had to continue practising, because he could not even yet guide the hoop very well, and he could not turn corners at all. When Saturday came, he went to the park to watch the first procession. It was a very pretty sight, for the hoops had beer decorated with bright ribbons, and with bells which made a merry tinkling sound. Ned was the captain, as he was the oldest and could manage his hoop most skil- fully. He led the children through the ['7'] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES park, stopping now and then for breath. Whenever anyone dropped his hoop, he had to go to the end of the line, for that was the rule of the club. All the next week Johnnie Jones worked very hard, learning to guide his hoop in a straight line, and to turn corners. He went to the park to practise now, so that he might have more room. Mother watched him every day, and after a while she told him that he had be- come quite skilful enough to join the club. Then he was very happy, and began to decorate his hoop with the bright pink ribbon and shining brass bells which Mother had bought for him. The next Saturday morning, Johnnie Jones took his hoop with him when he went to the park with the other children, [I721 Then Johnnie Jones was the proudest, happiest little boy- This page in the original text is blank. ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES all of whom were glad to hear that he had learned to roll it. "But you had better be last in the pro- cession," they told him, "because, most likely, you can't manage it very well yet." They did not know how hard he had worked. When the procession started off, John- nie Jones kept up with the other children. Not once did he let his hoop fall, and he made it go so straight, and turned such square corners, that, presently, the chil- dren noticed how well he was doing. "Well, look at little Johnnie Jones!" they said. "He can roll his hoop better than anyone here, even better than Ned !" After they had watched him for a while, they decided he must be their captain, [I73] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES until Ned, or one of the other children had learned to do better than he Then Johnnie Jones was the proudest, happiest little boy in the whole world, as he led the procession through the park. (174) The Fire at Johnnie Jones's House NE night, while Father was away from home on a business trip, :;;, Mother and Johnnie Jones and Little Brother were fast asleep in their beds. Jack had been asleep too, down-stairs in the front hail, but now he was wide awake. He stood up, put back his ears, and sniffed the air. Then he ran quickly up the stairs to Johnnie Jones's room, stood outside his door, and whined. That did not waken anyone, so he barked. Johnnie Jones woke up and heard him. So did mother, who was in the next room. "Please lie still, Mother," said Johnnie [175] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Jones. "I'll see what is the matter." He was trying to help Mother all he could while Father was away. He opened the door, and cried out: "Oh, Mother, the hall is full of smoke!" Mother came to the door. She saw that smoke was pouring out from the hall below. "I am afraid the house is on fire," she said. "You must be very brave and help me. Put on your wrapper and slip- pers and run up to Maggie's room, and tell her and Kathie to come down here." Johnnie Jones was a bit frightened, but without another word he ran up those long, dark steps, and aroused the two girls. It was brave of the little boy. Meanwhile Mother had given the fire alarm through the telephone, slipped on her wrapper, and bundled the baby in a [I76] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES blanket. When the others had come down to her room, she closed the door into the hall. "It would be dangerous to go down- stairs," she said; "we must just wait here at the window until the firemen bring us a ladder." "Oh, Mother!" Johnnie Jones said, "do you think they'll come soon" "Listen!" Mother answered. Then Johnnie Jones heard a sound that made him clap his hands with joy. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Galloping down the street came the splendid big fire- horses drawing the hook-and-ladder. CLANG! CLANG! CLANG! Down the street came the fire-engine, the hose carriage, and the salvage corps wagon. Quick as a flash the firemen saw Mother ['77] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES and the children at the window! Quicker than you can think, they had two long ladders placed against the two window sills. Then two strong firemen climbed up. One of them helped Mother and the baby to reach the ground, the other looked after Johnnie Jones. Maggie and Kathie did not wait to be helped, they stepped down the ladder faster than one would have thought possible, and reached the ground first of all. Jack did not know how to use a ladder, so he was thrown out of the window by one fireman, and caught in a blanket by two others. He wasn't hurt in the least, though Johnnie Jones had been worried for fear he might be, but ran straight to his little master. "1If it had not been for Jack's telling us [I78] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES there was a fire, we might not have been able to leave the house so quickly," said Mother, as she caressed the dog. Elizabeth's mother, who lived across the street, asked Mrs. Jones and the children to come into her house. They went, and stood at the window watching the fire until it was out. It was a beautiful sight, for the flames flashed out of the thick smoke and made the whole neighborhood bright. Poor Mother felt too sad at seeing her home burn to enjoy the beauty of the fire, but as it was the very first fire he had ever seen, Johnnie Jones did enjoy it, although he was sorry, too. "Never mind, Mother dear," he said, trying to comfort her. "Father will build us a new house if this one burns down." [179] ALL A BOUT JOHNNIE JONES All this time the brave firemen were working to extinguish the fire. They had unhitched the horses, and tied them at a safe distance from the house. Some of them had fixed the hose to the engine and were pumping great streams of water onto the flames. Others were inside the house fighting the fire; and the salvage men were trying to save the furniture and pictures and curtains. Soon the flames became lower, and lower, until at last they died away, and the fire was out. Then the horses were hitched again to the engine, and hose car- riage, and the other wagons. The whistle in the engine was blown, and all went back to the engine houses where they belonged. Not as they had come, in a swift gallop, but slowly, for now men and horses were tired. [I8o] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Soon the neighborhood was quiet again, and everyone returned to bed. The Jones's passed the rest of the night in Elizabeth's house. Next morning, they drove to Grand- mother's home to visit her until they could go into the country to spend the summner. When Father came home he was very much grieved to find his home so badly burned, but he felt very grateful to Jack for arousing the family, and he was very thankful to the brave firemen and good horses, for coming so quickly and doing their work so well. He was distressed that he had not been at home, to save Mother from worry and care, but he was glad to hear that Johnnie Jones had been a help and comfort to her, and had behaved as a manly boy should. [i8i] Johnnie Jones and Fanny OHNNIE JONES enjoyed the country because he could be out i of doors all the day long, and because there were so many interesting things to do. This summer he liked it even better than ever before, for Little Brother was old enough to run about and play with him, in the soft grass under the trees. Then there was Fanny. Fanny was a small brown pony which lived in the country all the year round, and which had belonged to Johnnie Jones ever since he was a tiny boy only two 1 I82] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JOATES years old. The little pony and the little boy loved each other, and spent a great deal of their time together. Each morn- ing, directly after breakfast, Johnnie Jones and Little Brother would go down to the field where Fanny and the horses lived, taking with them an apple or some sugar. "Here, Fanny! Here, Fanny!"' they would call. As soon as she heard their voices, the little brown pony would come running to them and eat out of their hands, always being very careful not to nip their fingers. Then she would poke her nose into John- nie Jones's pockets to see if there were anything hidden awayz, that was good to eat. She was so sweet tempered and gentle that she would let the children do anything with her that pleased them, and [I83] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES often romped with Johnnie Jones like a big dog. About nine o'clock, Sam, the hired man, would hitch Fanny to a small cart, and Johnnie Jones would take Mother, or Maggie, and Little Brother, for a drive. Johnnie Jones could both drive and ride so very well that he was often allowed to go out with Fanny quite alone. One morning, after he had taken the others home, he started to the village shop to buy some butter. On the road he met a boy named Charley, who asked to go with him. "All right! Jump in," Johnnie Jones told him, glad to have company. "Let me drive" Charley asked. So Johnnie Jones changed places with him, and gave him the reins. [i84] The little brown pony would eat out of their hands This page in the original text is blank. ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES Charley was older than Johnnie Jones and considered himself a much better driver, but he did not know and love horses in the same way that Johnnie Jones did, though he had always lived in the country. "Watch me 1" he said. "I'll show you how to make a pony run." Before Johnnie Jones could stop him, he seized the whip and with it gave Fanny a sharp cut. The little pony had never before been whipped, and was so sur- prised and hurt, that she began to run as fast as ever she could. Bumpl Bump! She dragged the cart over rocks and stones so fast that the little boys were almost thrown out on the road. Johnnie Jones was just as surprised as Fanny. (185] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES "Give me that whip," he said to Charley. "I don't allow anyone to use it on my pony. You've hurt her and made her run away. Give me the reins. I will never again let you drive." "Leave me alone," Charley answered. "I'll teach her a good lesson." He struck Fanny once more, and then began pulling on the reins with all his might, hurting the pony's tender mouth, and making her toss her head and even kick. Johnnie Jones was very angry and commanded Charley to give him the reins. Charley was beginning to be frightened, so he obeyed. "Whoa! Fanny, don't be afraid," John- nie Jones said to the little pony, as he took the reins and held them loosely in his hands. [i86] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES As soon as Fanny heard the voice of her little master, she stopped running, and soon stood still. Then Johunie [ones jumped out of the cart and began tco pat her. Fanny was very much ashamed of herself, and rubbed her nose against his sleeve, as if to say: "I am sorry, Johnnie Jones, but that boy surprised me. I'll never act so again." Johnnie Jones drove on to the shop and then back home, but he was so angnr with Charley that he would not let him ride any further. "I don't like you any more," he told him. And I do not blame Johnnie Jones, do you For I could not like a boy who would be so cowardly and unkind as to hurt an animal [I87] Fanny and Little Brother NE day, Elizabeth came with her mother to spend the day in the country with Mrs. Jones and the little boys. The children had enjoyed themselves very much, playing all the morning. Just before lunch they ran down to the field where Fanny and Tim, the carriage horse, were, to pick some wild flowers for the table. Little Brother was with them, and while the others were gathering the flowers, he toddled away, and lay down in the tall grass. The two mothers were sitting under the [i881 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES trees near the house. From where they sat they could see the children in the field. "Aren't you afraid to let the children play there where the horses are" Eliza- beth's mother asked Mrs. Jones. "No indeed," she answered. "Tim and Fanny love them too well to hurt them." But just then Tim and Fanny began to play "Tag," as they often did, for they were great friends. Fanny pretended to bite Tim, and came galloping up the field as fast as ever she could. She did not see Little Brother, lying directly in front of her, hidden by the tall grass. On she came, galloping rapidly towards him. Mother saw her, and was so frightened she could hardly stand, for she thoughlit the baby would be trampled down by the pony. She started to run, but of course she could [i89] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES not run as fast as Fanny, and besides, she was much further away. Fanny rushed on until she was within a few feet of the baby. Then she saw him! She tried to stop, but was moving too rapidly. Being a wise little pony, she saw there was but one thing to do, and she did it. She jumped and landed on the other side of the baby without touching him, though her foot just did miss his head. Mother caught Little Brother up in her arms, and examined him carefully. She could scarcely believe he had escaped without any injury, and was very happy indeed, when she found that such was the case. "I don't believe any other pony would have had so much sense," she said. That evening, when Father had heard [g90] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES of Little Brother's narrow escape, he told Mother and Johnnie Jones about an ex- perience he had had when a baby. His father had owned a wise old horse whose name was Charley. One day Charley was eating the grass in the yard, and Johnnie Jones's father, who was then only a baby three years old, was lying on the ground, playing with the leaves After a while old Charley had eaten all the grass near by, except the very Long delicious blades underneath the baby. He couldn't ask the little boy to move away, because he couldn't talk. So, very carefully, he took hold of the baby's cress with his teeth, lifted him up, and set him down on the other side of the yard. He did not even frighten him, but the mother, who was looking out of the window, was LI9I] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES very much frightened, until she saw that the baby had not been harmed Mother and Johnnie Jones agreed that Charley had shown almost as much sense as Fanny, but that it wasn't very safe to leave little children alone when there were horses and ponies about. tI921 When Johnnie Jones Learned to Swim i NE summer, when Johnnie Jones was six, he and the other mem- l h bers of the family spent a month in the woods. They lived in a small log house wmcn was close to a beautiful lake, and almost completely suI- rounded by trees. Johnnie Jones enjoyed the life tnere immensely. He learned to row a light boat on the water, and every day he went for a long walk through the woods, meeting many birds and small wild animals on the way. Sometimes, in the distance, he caught a glimpse of the beautiful, graceful deer, which were too [I93] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES timid to permit him to come very near them. Just in front of the house was a wooden dock where Johnnie Jones liked to play, but where he was never allowed to go alone as the water about it was very deep. "Teach me to swim," he said to his father. "Then I shall be able to play wherever I please." Father had been intending to give Johnnie Jones lessons in swimming and was only waiting for a warm, sunshiny day. Such a day came very soon, and, about twelve o'clock, he and Johnnie Jones, dressed in their bathing suits, went in the water. The little boy considered bathing great fun as long as he remained close to shore where the water was shallow but he did not like it so well when Father [I94] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES carried him out to the raft, where the water was so deep that it reached the shoulders of the grown people standing in it. "Now, son," Mr. Jones said, "I want you to stand on the raft, and jump when I count three. I will catch you in my arms, let you go down under the water, and bring you up again. Remember to hold your breath, so that you will not take any of the water into your nose or mouth. Perhaps you had better keep one hand over your face for fear you might forget and try to breathe before you reach the surface. Now jump, I am quite ready to catch you." Johnnie Jones stood on the raft and looked down at the water. He did not want to jump into it, but neither did he [I'95] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES want to disappoint his father. Besides he wished very much to learn to swim. "Will you be certain to catch me" he asked Father. "I promise you I will," he answered. Johnnie Jones knew that Father always kept his promise, so, after a moment or two, he said he was ready. "One, two, three, jump!" said Father. And Johnnie Jones obeyed. As soon as he touched the water he felt Father's strong arms about him, and then he did not mind going down, down, into it. In a second he came to the surface again, of course dripping wet, but without having swallowed any water, as he had remem- bered to hold his breath. After the first plunge, he enjoyed taking others, and jumped into the water as t I961 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES many times as Father would catch him. Next day they went in bathing again, and Father carried Johnnie Jones out to the raft as before. But when the little boy was ready to jump, Father said: "To-day, I shall not catch you when you first touch the water; I shall wait until you come to the surface by yourself, and then I shall hold you up." After he had jumped into the water, Johnnie Jones was surprised to find that he came up again just as quickly as when Father's arms had been under him. Then while Father held him he lay flat on the water and paddled himself about with his hands and feet In a few days the little boy learned to swim a short distance, quite alone, although he was not allowed to go into [I971 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES the water unless an older person were with him. One day, before Johnnie Jones had learned to swim very well, he had an exciting experience. He was on the dock with his uncle, and a very high wind was blowing the water into waves, which dashed against the dock with a roaring sound. Indeed the waves were so noisy, that when Johnnie Jones suddenly slipped and fell off the dock, his uncle, whose back was turned, did not hear the splash. However, a boatman at the boat-house saw Johnnie Jones fall, and he ran as fast as possible, towards the dock. Meantime Johnnie Jones sank down into the water, and came up to the surface again. The brave little fellow remembered what to do. He closed his mouth, and [I9g8 ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES holding one hand over his nose, he paddled with the other, until he was able to grasp the dock, against which the wind was blowing him. He held on bravely, never opening his mouth to cry, nor taking his hand from his face. In less than a minute, though it seemed much longer to Johnnie Jones, his uncle and the boatman had drawn him from the water. He was not in the least harmed by his unexpected bath because he had remembered, even while he was falling, the proper thing to do. Mother stripped off his wet clothing, and after she had rubbed him until. he was all in a glow, she wrapped him in blankets so that he should not take cold. Johnnie Jones went to sleep. When he awoke he felt very well, and was glad [199] ALL ABOUT JOHNNIE JONES when he heard Father say: "You were a brave boy and I am proud of you." Johnnie Jones's uncle was sorry he had been so careless as to turn his back when the wind was blowing such a gale, and promised that it should never happen again. Johnnie Jones was more careful, too, and had no further trouble in the water. Every day, Father gave him a swimming lesson, and before the time came to return to the city, Johnnie Jones felt very much at home in the water. He could swim very well, and could float, lying flat on his back, but another summer passed before he had quite learned to dive. [200]

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