. The Bookshelf for boys and girls Little Journeys into Bookland . eavy mass turned over with a clanglike a falling bell, and the gunner, dripping withsweat, rushed forward headlong and passed theslipping-noose about the bronze neck of an over-thrown monster. It was ended. The man had conquered. Thepygmy had taken the thunderbolt prisoner. Thewhole crew hurried down with cables and chains,and in an instant the cannon was securely lashed. AFTER YOU WERE ASLEEPBy Clara Marie Platt When you went to bed, the rubber doll still stoodon his head, where you threw him, just as if heenjoyed it; the hors
. The Bookshelf for boys and girls Little Journeys into Bookland . eavy mass turned over with a clanglike a falling bell, and the gunner, dripping withsweat, rushed forward headlong and passed theslipping-noose about the bronze neck of an over-thrown monster. It was ended. The man had conquered. Thepygmy had taken the thunderbolt prisoner. Thewhole crew hurried down with cables and chains,and in an instant the cannon was securely lashed. AFTER YOU WERE ASLEEPBy Clara Marie Platt When you went to bed, the rubber doll still stoodon his head, where you threw him, just as if heenjoyed it; the horse whose tail you clipped shortstood patiently, pretending not to care; the twolittle Japanese dolls looked lonesomely at eachother from across a great pile of books, but nevershed a tear—when you went to bed. Ah, butafter you were asleep ! I was sitting in the nursery all in the dark,when suddenly there was a chattering of littlevoices in the playhouse. Open that door! somebody called. Now,all together: one—two—three! STRANGE TALES AND HUMOROUS STORIES 103. The door flew open, and out rattled all theninepins. It s good to stretch a bit, said the s a shame that we are nt allowed any exer-cise just because those children are tired of us!I ve been lying in one position until I m fairlystiff. There was a puffing and snorting, and the littlepony on wheels dashed by, with his eyes stickingstraight out in front, and his tail sticking straightout behind. After him waddled the dancing bear,growling fiercely. I ve been in such a fright all day, neighedthe pony, when he was safe between the rockersof the big horse. Why is nt that bear caged?He growls dreadfully, and he does not belongwith domestic animals, anyway. The worst of it is that I cant do anything butgrowl, answered the toy bear. I 11 be gladwhen they learn to make us so that we can bite,too, and relieve our feelings. To be shut up all
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