Woodside

"And Nature, the old nurse, took The child upon her knee, Saying: 'Here is a story-book Thy Father has written for thee.

"'Come wander with me,' she said, 'Into regions yet untrod, And read what is still unread Of the manuscripts of God.'

"And he wandered away and away With Nature, the dear old nurse, Who sang to him night and day The rhymes of the universe."

H. W. LONGFELLOW.

Contents.

I. GRANDPAPA'S HOUSE, 9

II. LISTENING IN THE WOODS, 17

III. TOM'S BIRDS' EGGS, 27

IV. JACK AND THE GARDENER, 36

V. HIVING THE BEES, 47

VI. WASPS AND THEIR WAYS, 58

VII. CHARLEY FOSTER'S PETS, 66

VIII. A TALK WITH AUNT LIZZIE, 80

IX. AFTER THE RAIN, 95

X. THE SIX CLOSED DOORS, 105

List of Illustrations.

THE ARRIVAL AT GRANDPAPA'S, Frontispiece

THE VISIT TO THE WATCH-DOG, Vignette

THE VISIT TO THE PONY, 13

TOM SHOWING THE REDBREAST'S EGGS, 29

JACK AND THE THRUSH'S NEST, 36

REYNARD HARD PUSHED, 45

CHARLEY FOSTER'S COLLECTION, 68

THE TEA ON THE LAWN, 82

WOODSIDE.

I.

GRANDPAPA'S HOUSE.

"Now for the dear, dear country, Its trees and meadows fair, Its roses, cowslips, violets, Whose sweetness fills the air.

"'Tis there we hear the music Of lark's and blackbird's song, And merry little finches, Singing the whole day long."--C. H.

One bright spring day, not so very long ago, three little children arrived at their grandfather's house. They had come to pay a long visit, as their parents were travelling abroad for two or three months.

Now grandpapa lived less than twenty miles from London, yet his house was quite in the country,--indeed you might have thought that it was a hundred miles away from any town,--and it was called Woodside.

You may be sure that Jack, Mary, and Annie--for those were the names of the children--thought the change from London most delightful.

Jack was the eldest--that is why I have put his name before those of his sisters--and he was ten years old. Mary was the next in age, and she was nearly nine; while Annie, the youngest, was seven.

On the day they arrived they felt very quiet, all was so strange after London; besides, they were busy unpacking their toys and picture-books, and in finding places for all their treasures in the rooms grandmamma had set apart for them.

They went to bed early too, and never once woke till their nurse called them in the morning. At first they felt sorry it was time to get up, but when Jane drew up the blinds, and they saw the bright sunshine and the clear blue sky, they made haste to dress, so that after breakfast was over they might go out of doors.

Each of them had visited at Woodside several times before, but they had not been all together there at the same time. They knew very well how many interesting things there were to see out of doors, and they hoped that there would be something new. There was sure to be a difference among the animals and flowers.

The old house looked the same as they drove up to it, with its twenty oak trees in a semi-circle and the gates in the middle. There was the same watch-dog, Lion; and on the parlour hearth-rug, lying curled up in the sunshine, lay Smut, grandmamma's large black cat.

A very respectable old gentleman was Smut, with his sleek, glossy coat; but he stood too much on his dignity ever to play. The children coaxed him and patted him; yet he took no notice, he just curled himself round and went to sleep again.