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The Jumble Book
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THE JUMBLE BOOK
By David Cory
A JUMBLE
OF GOOD
THINGS
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GEORGE SULLY & COMPANY
NEW YORK
COPYRIGHT, 1920, BY
GEORGE SULLY AND COMPANY
_All Rights Reserved_
_Printed in the U. S. A._
"HELLO CENTRAL!"
"_Hello Central!_"
"Give me all the little boys and girls in the World. I want to tell them
about the JUMBLE BOOK!"
"_Hello! Is that you, Jimmy?_"
"Well, this is David Cory, the JUMBLE BOOKman. Do you like Indian
stories? You do, eh? Well, you'll find some in the JUMBLE BOOK.
Good-by!"
"_Hello, Polly!_"
"This is the man who wrote the JUMBLE BOOK. Do you like Fairy Stories? I
thought you did. Well, you'll find lots of them in the JUMBLE BOOK.
Good-by."
"_Hello, Billy._"
"This is the JUMBLE BOOKman. Do you like stories about animals? Well,
I'm glad you do, for I've written a lot of them for you in the JUMBLE
BOOK. Good-by."
"_Hello, Mary!_"
"This is your friend David Cory. What kind of stories do you like? All
kinds, eh? Well, the JUMBLE BOOK'S the book for you, then. You'll find
all kinds of stories all jumbled together between its covers!
Good-by!"
The Jumble Book
LITTLE SIR CAT
Little Sir Cat Takes a Farewell Look at the Castle
Once upon a time I promised to tell a little boy how Little Sir Cat
caught the Knave of Hearts who had run away with the Queen's tarts.
Well, Sir! That Knave had run only about half way across the courtyard
when Little Sir Cat pounced on him as if he were a mouse, and his
Highness, the Knave of Hearts, stopped right then and there, but he
spilt the tarts all over the ground. Wasn't that a shame?
This made the King dreadfully angry, and he "beat the Knave full sore,"
as the rhyme goes in dear "Old Mother Goose," and if you don't believe
me, just get the book and see for yourself. "Now ask me a favor, and it
shall be granted," said the Queen who had asked Little Sir Cat to come
into the castle and sit on the throne by her side.
"Tell me where I may find my fortune," answered Little Sir Cat.
"Ah!" cried the Queen, "that is not so easy. For each of us must make
his own fortune. But I will help you," and she called for her old
seneschal.
"He will not find it on Tart Island," said the old retainer. "Mayhap in
Mother Goose Island he will find it."
[Illustration: LITTLE SIR CAT TAKES A FAREWELL LOOK AT THE CASTLE]
So pretty soon, not so very long, Little Sir Cat left the big castle,
and by-and-by he came to an old willow tree by a pond. And who do you
think he saw? Why, little Mrs. Oriole sitting close beside her nest that
hung like a big white stocking from the branch. As soon as she saw
Little Sir Cat she began to sing, and all her little birds peeped out of
the nest, but they didn't say anything, for they had never met him
before. "Children, this is Sir Cat. I knew him when he lived in a
castle," said Mrs. Oriole.
Well, after that, he went in to the farmyard, for it was noontime, and
he was hungry, and knocked on the kitchen door. Just then the Cuckoo
Clock in the kitchen sounded the hour of noon, and the farmer's wife
looked out of the window to see if her man was coming through the gate,
when, of course, she spied Little Sir Cat.
"Dinner is ready. Come in, Kitten!" So he stepped into the neat, clean
kitchen, and as soon as the good woman had put on a clean apron, they
sat down to supper. By-and-by the cuckoo came out of her little clock
and said: "Time for kittens to be in bed," and the twinkle, twinkle star
shone through the window, and sang a little lullaby:
"_Sleep, little pussy cat, sleep.
The little white clouds are like sheep
That play all the night while the moon's shining bright.
Sleep, little pussy cat, sleep._"
And in the next story you will find what Little Sir Cat did when he woke
up in the morning.
Little Stories of Famous Animals
How a Dog Discovered a Hot Spring
Tradition reports that Charles IV. discovered the Carlsbad Spring, but
after you have read this little history perhaps you will agree with me
that if it hadn't been for his dog he never would have even seen the
spring.
It happened this way: More than four hundred years ago Charles IV. was
hunting in the neighborhood. In the exciting chase and pursuit of a stag
he suddenly lost all trace of it. As he paused, undecided which course
to take, he heard the yelping of one of his hounds, and following the
sound, he found it lying scalded in the waters of the spring, which, as
you know, is a stream of water probably escaping from a smoldering
volcano way down deep in the earth. The faithful animal had followed the
stag's leap into the valley, and had missed a sure footing on the rocks
near by.
On the top of the hill, which is now called the Hirschensprung (stag's
leap), a cross has been erected, and a little lower down a lookout house
has been built. Still farther down, on a high pointed rock, a citizen of
Carlsbad has had erected an iron figure of a chamois.
After chance had made known the hot waters of the spring to Charles IV.,
he had a bath and a hunting lodge built there, which were called after
him, Karlsbad.
The real discoverer of the spring, the faithful hound, has no mention
made of him by name or monument, although the crest of the hill is named
for a stag and the spring after a king.
TESSIE, TOTTIE AND TEDDY
Or the Three Tiny T's
[Illustration: _The Three Tiny T's All in a Row._]
CHAPTER I
"Listen," whispered Tessie, "I've got a secret to tell you; snuggle up
so nobody'll hear!"
Tottie squeezed up close to her little sister, and Teddy shoved himself
along the piazza seat until all three were packed as tight as little
sardines.
"What is it?" asked Tottie.
"Hurry up and tell," whispered Teddy, hugging Tessie's arm, while
Tottie squeezed her hand with her little fat fingers.
"S-s-sh!" replied Tessie, "s-s-sh!"
"Tessie!" called mother's voice, "Tessie, come here, I want you to run
down to the grocer."
"Oh, dear!" sighed the three tiny T's.
Tessie jumped up quickly and ran inside the house, closely followed by
Tottie and Teddy.
"You can wear your roller skates," said mother, "and Teddy can put on
his and go with you, if he wishes."
In a few minutes the skates were strapped on each impatient little foot,
and mother's darling messengers were gliding down the front walk.
"Be very careful not to break the eggs," said mother, as she stood in
the doorway watching them go out of the gate. "Hold the bag tight and
don't go fast on the way home."