Family

” What did Brother Rabbit do after that?” the little boy asked presently. “Now, den, you don’t wanter push ole Brer Rabbit too close,” replied Uncle Remus significantly. “He mighty tender-footed creetur, en de mo’ w’at you push ‘im, de…

When the little boy next visited Uncle Remus the old man was engaged in the somewhat tedious operation of making shoe-pegs. Daddy Jack was assorting a bundle of sassafras roots, and Aunt Tempy was transforming a meal-sack into shirts for…

The little boy observed that Aunt Tempy was very much interested in Daddy Jack’s story. She made no remarks while the old African was telling it, but she was busily engaged in measuring imaginary quilt patterns on her apron with…

The day and the night before Christmas were full of pleasure for the little boy. There was pleasure in the big house, and pleasure in the humble cabins in the quarters. The peculiar manner in which the negroes celebrated the…

From Her Boy For the long nights you lay awake And watched for my unworthy sake: For your most comfortable hand That led me through the uneven land: For all the story-books you read: For all the pains you comforted:…

Whenever Auntie moves around, Her dresses make a curious sound, They trail behind her up the floor, And trundle after through the door.…

If two may read aright These rhymes of old delight And house and garden play, You two, my cousins, and you only, may. You in a garden green With me were king and queen, Were hunter, soldier, tar, And all…

You too, my mother, read my rhymes For love of unforgotten times, And you may chance to hear once more The little feet along the floor.…

“Chief of our aunts”—not only I, But all your dozen of nurselings cry— “What did the other children do? And what were childhood, wanting you?”…

The red room with the giant bed Where none but elders laid their head; The little room where you and I Did for awhile together lie And, simple suitor, I your hand In decent marriage did demand; The great day…

Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed, Little Louis Sanchez, will be given you to read. Then you shall discover, that your name was printed down By the English printers, long before, in London town.…

There Was An Old Woman THERE was an old woman Lived under a hill, And if she’s not gone She lives there still. There Was An Old Woman, As I’Ve Heard THERE was an old woman, as I’ve heard tell,…

Jack And Jill Went Up The Hill Jack and Jill went up the hill To fetch a pail of water; Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after. Rosemary Green ROSEMARY green, And lavender blue, Thyme…

“You might as well try to move the rock of Gibraltar as attempt to change Uncle Abimelech’s mind when it is once made up,” said Murray gloomily. Murray is like dear old Dad; he gets discouraged rather easily. Now, I’m…

The square, bare front room of the Baxter Station Hotel—so called because there was no other house in the place to dispute the title—was filled with men. Some of them were putting up at the hotel while they worked at…

When Lucy Rose met Aunt Cyrilla coming downstairs, somewhat flushed and breathless from her ascent to the garret, with a big, flat-covered basket hanging over her plump arm, she gave a little sigh of despair. Lucy Rose had done her…

It was a rainy afternoon, and we had been passing the time by telling ghost stories. That is a very good sort of thing for a rainy afternoon, and it is a much better time than after night. If you…

Emily Fair got out of Hiram Jameson’s waggon at the gate. She took her satchel and parasol and, in her clear, musical tones, thanked him for bringing her home. Emily had a very distinctive voice. It was very sweet always…