HAMID AND FATIMAH SEE THE GREAT CITY
"WHAT is that?" asked Hamid, who was awakened in the morning by the
sound of a voice shouting, "Great is Allah!" He and Rashid were
sleeping on the roof of the house, as city Arabs often do in the hot
weather.
"That is the 'Muezzin,'" replied Rashid. "Come to the parapet and you
can see him."
Rashid pointed to a tall, slender tower not far away. Near the top
was a small balcony, on which a man was standing. He calls out these
words every day at sunrise and sunset to remind the people that they
must not forget to say their prayers. In a monotonous sing-song voice
he calls: "Great is Allah! there is no God but Allah and Mohammed is
his Prophet." When the people hear this cry, they rise and say their
prayers, always looking toward Mecca, the Holy City.
Hamid could see five of these long needle-like towers or minarets, and
a great green dome, rising above the tree-tops not far away.
[Illustration: "THEY SCATTERED THE GRAIN ALL ABOUT THE COURTYARD."]
"That is the great Mosque," said Rashid; "and we are going there to-day
because--" but he got no further, for just at that moment a dozen or
more pigeons came flying about him, fluttering their wings on his face
and perching on his shoulders.
"Oh, what pretty birds! How tame they are!" said Hamid, stroking the
smooth wings of one of the white doves.
"They are my pets," said Rashid. "They come every morning to be fed.
Let us give them their breakfasts." Leading the way to the storeroom
on the ground floor, he filled a basket with grain which he took from
one of the great bags which were always stored there. Then they
scattered the grain all about the courtyard in the centre of the house,
to the great delight of the pigeons.
The little Bedouins were eager to see the city; and, of course, the
first place that Rashid showed his friends was the great Mosque, as
their church was called.
It was the same where Hamid had seen the "Muezzin" in the tower.
This Mosque is very sacred to the Arabs, and they visit it at every
opportunity, because it is the tomb of the great Arab Prophet Mohammed.
When they reached the Mosque, they left their slippers outside, and,
after saying a prayer or two, Rashid showed Hamid and Fatimah around
the great building.
After this they walked down the long street that led from the Mosque
to the great City Gate. Here were gathered all the shops. Such funny
little shops! Nothing but little rickety wooden booths thatched with
palm-leaves, and very dingy and dirty. However, they contained many
wonderful and curious things. The children marvelled at them all. There
were great strings and bunches of pink, red, and white coral that is
found on the rocks in the Red Sea, and there were ornaments and jewelry
made of mother-of-pearl; as well as many kinds of strange weapons,
whose handles were inlaid with pieces of this same glittering shell.
"Just look at that lamp," said Hamid, "made from an ostrich's egg,"
as he stopped before one of the booths where the shells of the eggs
of these big birds had been mounted in brass and silver and made into
hanging-lamps, pipe-bowls, and vases.
Fatimah was very happy. She had found a booth where she could buy a
pretty rose-coloured veil to replace the one she had lost in the desert.
In the shadow of the big City Gate a number of children were sitting
weaving baskets and mats of palm-leaves.
"How easily she does it," said Fatimah, as they stood watching one of
the little girls plait the long strips of dry leaves into a pretty
basket.
By the time our little party had walked up and down the long line of
shops many times, they were quite ready to go home and rest in the
balcony of the "_majlis_," or parlour of the house. The children soon
found that this balcony was a very cosy nook in which to sit because
it hung out over the street, so that they might easily see everything
which went on in the big, lively square.
The "_majlis_" itself, which extended back into the house, was a great
big, bare room with a divan of cushions around the walls and a large
rug covering the floor in the centre. There was no furniture except a
low table in the middle, on which were the hubble-bubble pipes and a
brass tray which held the coffee-pot and cups. High up on the wall hung
some swords and guns well out of the reach of the little folks.
Some days later Hamid was kneeling in the "_majlis_" balcony and
peeping out through the carved wooden lattice which enclosed the
balcony on the street side, while Fatimah stood behind him looking
over his shoulder. Suddenly Rashid put his head in at the door and
exclaimed: "I have been looking everywhere for thee."
"Just come and look out on the square, Rashid; it is full of people and
camels and horses, and tents are being put up all over it," called out
Hamid.
"It is the big caravan that comes from Damascus. They are the pilgrims
on their way to the Holy City," said Rashid, joining them on the
balcony. "I was looking everywhere for thee to tell thee of it. Father
says there are many thousands of the pilgrims."
Such a bustle and scurrying about and noise as there was in the big
square. Tents were being put up like magic, camels were being unloaded,
and horses and donkeys and dromedaries were stamping around, and little
children were tearing about everywhere and getting in the way,--for
many of the pilgrims take their families with them.
"There are the tents of the Pacha, the chief of the caravan," said
Rashid, pointing to the big green tents with gold crescents on their
tops. The Pacha's tents occupied the chief place right in the middle of
the square.
"The Pacha rides in a splendid litter swung between two beautiful
horses, and those must be his dromedaries yonder with the rich
trappings," said Rashid, who could explain all this to his little
companions, because each year he had seen the caravan arrive and
depart, always with the same magnificence and splendour.
It is the religious duty of all good Mohammedans, as the followers of
the Great Prophet are called, to make at least one pilgrimage to Mecca,
the capital city of Arabia, called the "Holy City."
[Illustration: THE CARAVAN ON THE ROAD TO MECCA.]
For this reason every year great caravans from far and near journey
across Arabia carrying thousands of pilgrims to Mecca.
"See! see! I do believe there is Nawara," cried Fatimah, "there, just
by the big tent."
"Yes, it is she," said Hamid, "and there is the old merchant, too."
With one accord the three children ran down into the square, dodging
under camels and around tents, until at last they got to where Nawara
was standing. The little girl was so astonished to see her friends of
the desert that for a moment she could say nothing. Then she threw her
arms around Fatimah, crying out how glad she was to see her again.
"But, Nawara, what are you doing here?" asked Fatimah.
"Grandfather is going to make the pilgrimage to the Holy City, and we
are going with the caravan because it is safer," said Nawara, in her
little wise way. "Then, too, grandfather will be able to sell his wares
to the pilgrims."
The old merchant now joined them and was as pleased to see them again
as was his little granddaughter. He had already put on the special
dress that pilgrims wear, of white cloth with red stripes, and carried
a big rosary of beads at his belt. When he told them that the caravan
would stay there until the next day at evening, the children said that
Nawara must stay with them until all was ready for the departure. So
Nawara went to the great house with Fatimah. Later the old merchant
came, too, and Rashid's mother gave them a nice supper. They all sat
around a big tray filled with good things to eat, while Nawara told the
children of all that had happened to her since they had parted in the
desert.
All the next day the young folks waited for the sound of the cannon,
which was to be the signal for the caravan to start. Every few minutes
one or the other of the boys would rush into the house, saying that the
gun had gone off and the camels were going; but it proved each time a
false alarm, and Fatimah had just told Nawara to make up her mind to
stay another night when the old merchant's servant came rushing in to
say that the head of the caravan had already started and was just then
passing out the great gate. So once more Nawara had to part from her
kind little friends.
The children ran up on top of the house, and for a long time they could
see the big caravan winding over the hills and through the plantations
of palm-trees.
"Father, can't we go out to the palm groves to-day to see the men
gather the dates? Many of the children of the city are going," begged
Rashid.
"Yes," said Rashid's father. "I have no doubt but that all you young
folks will be fighting together in no time, and there will be more
stones gathered than dates. Remember what happened last week." So
saying, the Sharif sat back on the divan and took another pull at his
long pipe.
Rashid hung his head and tried to look sorry; but his eye twinkled when
he thought of the wild scrimmage with sticks and stones that had taken
place between the boys of the town and the boys outside the walls. He
had fought on the side of the city boys; and, of course, Hamid, though
he was of the desert himself, sided with him. There was always great
jealousy between these two clans of boys, and they were all the time
carrying war into each other's territory; but, after all, not much
damage was done on either side beyond some bruised heads and a few
broken sticks.
"Thou hast become quite a fighter since thy life in the 'Black Tents,'"
said his father; "but if Ali will go along to keep thee from getting
into mischief, thou mayst go with thy little friends." Ali said that he
would go, and they ran to saddle their ponies.
"How am I to go?" asked Fatimah.
"Oh, thou canst ride with me," said Hamid, like the good brother that
he was; and Ali put her up on Zuleika behind Hamid. Away they trotted
out of the great gate toward the large groves of palm-trees which
surround Medina.
The road was lively with parties of children who, like themselves,
were going to the palm groves; for it was the season when the Bedouin
farmers cut down the great bunches of dates, and every one, especially
the children, made a regular picnic of it. All the children of the
city, apparently, were hurrying along, some on horseback and many more
on foot, all bent on having a good time.
Just behind our young people came some children riding on donkeys,
trying their best to make their little donkeys keep up with the desert
ponies of the boys.
Hamid looked back at them and sang out:
"The riding of a horse is an honour to the rider
And joyful is his face;
But the mule is a dishonour
And the donkey a disgrace."
Then Rashid began to laugh. This made the little donkey boys very
angry. Off they jumped from their donkeys, and were picking up stones
to throw at Rashid and his friends, while Ali threatened them with his
stick.
"No wonder father sent me with you to look after you," said Ali,
shaking his finger at Hamid and Rashid as they rode on laughing, "if
you are bound to get into mischief as early in the day as this."
"But all the same no Bedouin boy would ride a donkey or a mule for
anything," said Hamid.
"That is quite true among you desert people," said Ali; "but these town
and farmer folk don't care on what they ride so long as they do not
have to walk."
Now they had come to a large grove of palm-trees, and near one of the
trees was a man standing with a rope in his hand.
"Let us stop here," said Ali, calling out to Rashid; "there is a man
going to climb up to the top of a tree now."
The children jumped quickly off their horses and joined the group of
people under the trees watching the man.
He had tied one end of the rope around his waist and had passed it
around the slim trunk of the tree, attaching the other end also to his
waist. With this rope holding him well up against the tree-trunk, he
began to climb by holding on to the rough bark wherever he could get a
hold for as much as one of his toes, at the same time bracing himself
against the strong rope which held him.
"I should not like to do that," said Rashid.
"I wonder that he does not get giddy and fall," said Fatimah.
But the man went up easily, though he had a long way to climb. Like
most date-palms, the tree was very tall, and the leaves and fruit all
grew together on the very tip-top of the great stem or trunk. It was,
as Hamid said, "just like the bunch of feathers on the end of his
spear."
When the man finally did reach the bunch of dates, it was quite a job
to cut through the big stem, which was nearly as large around as his
arm.
"Isn't that a big bunch?" said Hamid, as the man lowered the great
golden-coloured dates to the ground.
"Yes," said Rashid, "but look, there must be some larger bunches still,
for some are tied up to keep them from breaking off their stems."
The women and children were collecting the gathered dates and packing
them in skins and boxes and baskets to be sent away to the markets; but
the dried dates that we so often eat are left much longer on the trees
to ripen and grow sugary.
"Oh, Hamid, thou and Fatimah must have a 'necklace of _sham_' to wear!
All the children have them!" said Rashid, who had been exploring the
garden and had come running quickly back. "There is a woman making them
now."
The woman was threading dates on a string and then dipping them into
boiling water so that they would keep their pretty golden colour. Then
she put them aside in the sun to dry.
Rashid bargained with the woman for three of the necklaces at once.
"It brings one good luck to wear a necklace of the dates of Medina,"
said the woman as she hung the strings of dates around the children's
necks; "and thou must not eat them as this naughty one here has just
done." She frowned at her own little girl, who stood by sobbing because
her mother had just given her a box on the ear for eating half of her
new necklace.
The children had a jolly time helping to pick the dates and pack them,
though likely there was more play than work. And they all ate so many
dates it was a wonder that they were not ill.
At sundown they rode back to the town, chaffing and laughing with
everybody they met along the road. When they got home, hot and tired,
Rashid's mother gave them a lovely drink made of the juice of fresh
pomegranates, cooled in the snowy ice which was brought down to the
city each night from the neighbouring mountains.
"Do you know why the letter 'O' is on every date stone?" asked Rashid
that evening as he and Hamid were sitting in the courtyard playing
checkers with date stones, while Fatimah sat watching the progress
of the game. They often occupied themselves thus in the cool of the
evening after supper.
"I have never seen the 'O;' where is it?" asked Hamid, carefully
looking at a date stone as if he was only seeing one for the first time.
"There it is," said Rashid, who showed him a tiny round ring on one
side of the date stone. "It is said that when our great Prophet first
ate of the fruit of the date-palm, he exclaimed: 'Oh! what a fine
fruit!' Ever since the letter 'O' has been found on every date stone."
Hamid and Fatimah began looking closely at every date stone they could
find; and, sure enough, on every one of them there was a tiny letter
"O." You will always find it there, too, if you look for it.
But the young people did not always play. In the early mornings and
cool evenings Rashid and Hamid went to school in one corner of the
great Mosque. Here the pupils sat in rows on mats, or lounged about on
the floor. Before each pupil was a little wooden stand, on which lay
a big book from which they shouted out their lessons in a loud voice.
They made such a noise that one wonders how they could learn anything
at all.
The other children called Hamid the little "Sheik" and often they would
forget all about lessons while they listened to his stories about the
great desert. Meantime Fatimah was learning how to make many nice new
dishes in the big kitchen at home, or she sat with her mother in the
women's part of the house, learning how to sew like little city girls.
But, in spite of these happy days spent by the desert folk with the
"People of the Walls," the little Bedouins began to long for the great
wide desert and its life of freedom. Soon the end of their visit came;
one day the little caravan could be seen making its way homeward to
their own country far beyond the plain which came up to the city walls.
The first news that Hamid sent Rashid after he got home to the "Black
Tents" was about the robber chief. His band had paid a ransom for him
and he had been given his liberty, after he had promised solemnly not
to attempt to rob or kill again. You must know that a promise made in
the "Black Tents" is never broken.
The interchange of visits between Hamid and Rashid occurred regularly
each year. Rashid learned of the ways of the dwellers in the "Black
Tents;" and gained in health and strength until even Hamid was not his
superior in hunting or the rougher games of the plains. Hamid, on the
other hand, learned of the life in the Great City, and profited much
from the loving companionship of his little friend among the "People
of the Walls." Fatimah, too, shared in the happy visits and grew to be
called "the beautiful daughter of the Sheik, wise with the wisdom of
both desert and city."
THE END.
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A capital tale of newspaper life in a big city, and of a bright,
enterprising, likable youngster employed thereon.
=John Whopper.=
The late Bishop Clark's popular story of the boy who fell through the
earth and came out in China, with a new Introduction by Bishop Potter.
=The Dole Twins.= _By KATE UPSON CLARK_
The adventures of two little people who tried to earn money to buy
crutches for a lame aunt. An excellent description of child-life about
1812, which will greatly interest and amuse the children of to-day,
whose life is widely different.
=Larry Hudson's Ambition.= _By JAMES OTIS_, author of "Toby Tyler," etc.
Larry Hudson is a typical American boy, whose hard work and enterprise
gain him his ambition,--an education and a start in the world.
=The Little Christmas Shoe.= _By JANE P. SCOTT WOODRUFF_
A touching story of Yule-tide.
=Wee Dorothy.= _By LAURA UPDEGRAFF_
A story of two orphan children, the tender devotion of the eldest,
a boy, for his sister being its theme and setting. With a bit of
sadness at the beginning, the story is otherwise bright and sunny, and
altogether wholesome in every way.
=The King of the Golden River:= A LEGEND OF STIRIA. _By JOHN RUSKIN_
Written fifty years or more ago, and not originally intended for
publication, this little fairy-tale soon became known and made a place
for itself.
=A Child's Garden of Verses.= _By R. L. STEVENSON_
Mr. Stevenson's little volume is too well known to need description. It
will be heartily welcomed in this new and attractive edition.
THE LITTLE COLONEL BOOKS (Trade Mark)
_By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON_
Each, 1 vol. large, 12mo, cloth decorative, per vol. $1.50
=The Little Colonel Stories.=
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated.
Being three "Little Colonel" stories in the Cosy Corner Series, "The
Little Colonel," "Two Little Knights of Kentucky," and "The Giant
Scissors," put into a single volume.
=The Little Colonel's House Party.=
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by Louis Meynell.
=The Little Colonel's Holidays.=
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by L. J. Bridgman.
=The Little Colonel's Hero.=
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
=The Little Colonel at Boarding School.=
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
=The Little Colonel in Arizona.=
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
=The Little Colonel's Christmas Vacation.=
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
=The Little Colonel, Maid of Honour.=
(Trade Mark)
Illustrated by E. B. Barry.
Since the time of "Little Women," no juvenile heroine has been better
beloved of her child readers than Mrs. Johnston's "Little Colonel."
=The Little Colonel.=
(Trade-Mark)
=Two Little Knights of Kentucky.=
=The Giant Scissors.=
A Special Holiday Edition of Mrs. Johnston's most famous books.
Each one volume, cloth decorative, small quarto, $1.25
New plates, handsomely illustrated, with eight full-page drawings in
color.
"There are no brighter or better stories for boys and girls than
these."--_Chicago Record-Herald._
"The books are as satisfactory to the small girls, who find them
adorable, as for the mothers and librarians, who delight in their
influence."--_Christian Register._
These three volumes, boxed as a three-volume set to complete
the library editions of The Little Colonel books, $3.75
=In the Desert of Waiting:= THE LEGEND OF CAMELBACK MOUNTAIN.
=The Three Weavers:= A FAIRY TALE FOR FATHERS AND MOTHERS AS WELL AS
FOR THEIR DAUGHTERS.
=Keeping Tryst.=
Each one volume, tall 16mo, cloth decorative $0.50
Paper boards .35
There has been a constant demand for publication in separate form
of these three stories, which were originally included in three of
the "Little Colonel" books, and the present editions, which are very
charmingly gotten up, will be delightful and valued gift-books for both
old and young.
=Joel: A Boy of Galilee.= By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON. Illustrated by L.
J. Bridgman.
New illustrated edition, uniform with the Little Colonel
Books, 1 vol., large 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50
A story of the time of Christ, which is one of the author's best-known
books, and which has been translated into many languages, the last
being Italian.
=Asa Holmes;= OR, AT THE CROSS-ROADS. A sketch of Country Life and
Country Humor. By ANNIE FELLOWS JOHNSTON. With a frontispiece by Ernest
Fosbery.
Large 16mo, cloth, gilt top $1.00
"'Asa Holmes; or, At the Cross-Roads' is the most delightful, most
sympathetic and wholesome book that has been published in a long while.
The lovable, cheerful, touching incidents, the descriptions of persons
and things, are wonderfully true to nature."--_Boston Times._
=The Rival Campers;= OR, THE ADVENTURES OF HENRY BURNS. By RUEL P.
SMITH.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by A. B. Shute $1.50
Here is a book which will grip and enthuse every boy reader. It is
the story of a party of typical American lads, courageous, alert, and
athletic, who spend a summer camping on an island off the Maine coast.
"The best boys' book since 'Tom Sawyer.'"--_San Francisco Examiner._
"Henry Burns, the hero, is the 'Tom Brown' of America."--_N. Y. Sun._
=The Rival Campers Afloat;= OR, THE PRIZE YACHT VIKING. By RUEL P.
SMITH, author of "The Rival Campers."
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
This book is a continuation of the adventures of "The Rival Campers" on
their prize yacht _Viking_. Every reader will be enthusiastic over the
adventures of Henry Burns and his friends on their sailing trip. They
have a splendid time, fishing, racing, and sailing, until an accidental
collision results in a series of exciting adventures, culminating in a
mysterious chase, the loss of their prize yacht, and its recapture by
means of their old yacht, _Surprise_, which they raise from its watery
grave.
=The Young Section-hand;= OR, THE ADVENTURES OF ALLAN WEST. By BURTON
E. STEVENSON, author of "The Marathon Mystery," etc.
12mo, cloth, illustrated by L. J. Bridgman $1.50
Mr. Stevenson's hero is a manly lad of sixteen, who is given a chance
as a section-hand on a big Western railroad, and whose experiences are
as real as they are thrilling.
"It appeals to every boy of enterprising spirit, and at the same
time teaches him some valuable lessons in honor, pluck, and
perseverance."--_Cleveland Plain Dealer._
=The Young Train Despatcher.= By BURTON E. STEVENSON, author of "The
Young Section-hand," etc.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated $1.50
A new volume in the "Railroad Series," in which the young section-hand
is promoted to a train despatcher. Another branch of railroading is
presented, in which the young hero has many chances to prove his
manliness and courage in the exciting adventures which befall him in
the discharge of his duty.
=Jack Lorimer.= By WINN STANDISH.
Square 12mo, cloth decorative. Illustrated by A. B. Shute $1.50
Jack Lorimer, whose adventures have for some time been one of the
leading features of the Boston Sunday _Herald_, is the popular favorite
of fiction with the boys and girls of New England, and, now that Mr.
Standish has made him the hero of his book, he will soon be a favorite
throughout the country.
Jack is a fine example of the all-around American high-school boy.
He has the sturdy qualities boys admire, and his fondness for clean,
honest sport of all kinds will strike a chord of sympathy among
athletic youths.
=The Roses of Saint Elizabeth.= BY JANE SCOTT WOODRUFF, author of "The
Little Christmas Shoe."
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated
in color by Adelaide Everhart $1.00
This is a charming little story of a child whose father was caretaker
of the great castle of the Wartburg, where Saint Elizabeth once had her
home, with a fairy-tale interwoven, in which the roses and the ivy in
the castle yard tell to the child and her playmate quaint old legends
of the saint and the castle.
=Gabriel and the Hour Book.= By EVALEEN STEIN.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated
in colors by Adelaide Everhart $1.00
Gabriel was a loving, patient, little French lad, who assisted the
monks in the long ago days, when all the books were written and
illuminated by hand, in the monasteries. It is a dear little story, and
will appeal to every child who is fortunate enough to read it.
=The Enchanted Automobile.= Translated from the French by MARY J.
SAFFORD.
Small quarto, cloth decorative, illustrated and decorated
in colors by Edna M. Sawyer $1.00
The enchanted automobile was sent by the fairy godmother of a lazy,
discontented little prince and princess to take them to fairyland,
where they might visit their old story-book favorites.
Here they find that Sleeping Beauty has become a famously busy queen;
Princess Charming keeps a jewelry shop, where she sells the jewels that
drop from her lips; Hop-o'-My-Thumb is a farmer, too busy even to see
the children, and Little Red Riding Hood has trained the wolf into a
trick animal, who performs in the city squares for his mistress.
They learn the lesson that happy people are the busy people, and they
return home cured of their discontent and laziness.
=Beautiful Joe's Paradise;= or, THE ISLAND OF BROTHERLY LOVE. A
sequel to "Beautiful Joe." By MARSHALL SAUNDERS, author of "Beautiful
Joe," "For His Country," etc. With fifteen full-page plates and many
decorations from drawings by Charles Livingston Bull.
One vol., library 12mo, cloth decorative $1.50
"Will be immensely enjoyed by the boys and girls who read
it."--_Pittsburg Gazette._
"Miss Saunders has put life, humor, action, and tenderness into her
story. The book deserves to be a favorite."--_Chicago Record-Herald._
"This book revives the spirit of 'Beautiful Joe' capitally. It is
fairly riotous with fun, and as a whole is about as unusual as anything
in the animal book line that has seen the light. It is a book for
juveniles--old and young."--_Philadelphia Item._
='Tilda Jane.= By MARSHALL SAUNDERS, author of "Beautiful Joe," etc.
One vol., 12mo, fully illustrated, cloth, decorative
cover, $1.50
"No more amusing and attractive child's story has appeared for a long
time than this quaint and curious recital of the adventures of that
pitiful and charming little runaway.
"It is one of those exquisitely simple and truthful books that win
and charm the reader, and I did not put it down until I had finished
it--honest! And I am sure that every one, young or old, who reads will
be proud and happy to make the acquaintance of the delicious waif.
"I cannot think of any better book for children than this. I commend it
unreservedly."--_Cyrus Townsend Brady._
=The Story of the Graveleys.= By MARSHALL SAUNDERS, author of
"Beautiful Joe's Paradise," "'Tilda Jane," etc.
Library 12mo, cloth decorative, illustrated by E. B. Barry $1.50
Here we have the haps and mishaps, the trials and triumphs, of a
delightful New England family, of whose devotion and sturdiness it will
do the reader good to hear. From the kindly, serene-souled grandmother
to the buoyant madcap, Berty, these Graveleys are folk of fibre and
blood--genuine human beings.
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Transcriber's Note: Punctuation errors repaired.
End of Project Gutenberg's Our Little Arabian Cousin, by Blanche McManus