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Identifier: stnicholasserial4721dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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u have the niaes-tros piano. Listen! They re beginning tosell the things around here. But you have nt the maestros piano! Kirkprotested, clinging very tightly to her hand inthe midst of all this strange, pushing crowd. 1 (To be continued) A WISH By BERTHA GERNEAUX WOODS. We cannot find an empty house— We ve hunted everywhere.Apartments all are taken, too. And Mama s in despair. I heard her say so, and I thought How very nice t would beIf we were like some folks I chanced Down by the brook to see. One was a caddis-worm—he tookHis house where eer he went. T was made of sticks and bits of leaves,And like a little tent. And then I saw a turtle, and His house was built so well!The roof and floor were nice and smooth, And made of yellow shell. Then next I watched a little snail That left a shiny trackUpon the sand. His pearly house He carried on his back. They were so happy—all those three— No troubles and no fuss !I sat and watched and watched, and wished A house would grow for us!
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Bv BEIJ.E WEIR WALLACE AND LULU COON SHUFF Gee, I wish I had a gun ! There, it was out at last, and Jimmy lookedquickly over his shoulder to make sure Motherhad nt heard. Then he remembered thatMother had gone to the school-house to stayall day doing Red Cross work. Jimmy was ten years old and had never hadeven an air-gun. He had wanted one eversince he could remember, but it had nt reachedthe point where he simply had to have oneuntil a few weeks before, when a boys squadhad been/formed from the Boy Scouts to trainjust like real soldiers. Of course, the drill-master had said that theywould use wooden guns, and Jimmy had cheer-fully whittled out his own; but the very firstday, Eddie Sawyer, the editors son, came witha real gun. That started it, and it spread likewild-fire, until at the last drill Jimmys woodengun was the only one there. To make it worse,they had been asljed to give a public drill on theFourth of July. Jimmy had to choke back some very hottears on his way home, but he

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