. The house on the hill; or, Stories for Charlie and Alice . of the tree,But the kits did not mind, they were safe as could be,Until Ann, from the kitchen, come with a big broom,And she made the bad dog run away very soon. And one night when dear Alice was running about,And stopped by the window, in the dark to look out,She saw a black face, and two bright shining eyes-0 quick to her Father little Alice now Hies. But it was only old Mink, a neighbors black cat,Who came down that evening to have a good chatWith the two little kits—and so hungry was he,He hoped theyd invite him with them to take
. The house on the hill; or, Stories for Charlie and Alice . of the tree,But the kits did not mind, they were safe as could be,Until Ann, from the kitchen, come with a big broom,And she made the bad dog run away very soon. And one night when dear Alice was running about,And stopped by the window, in the dark to look out,She saw a black face, and two bright shining eyes-0 quick to her Father little Alice now Hies. But it was only old Mink, a neighbors black cat,Who came down that evening to have a good chatWith the two little kits—and so hungry was he,He hoped theyd invite him with them to take tea. THE HOUSE ON THE HILL. Of their Pets I have told you, but not of the playsOf these little ones, through the long summer days;And how in the winter, when snow s on the ground,In fun and enjoyment they always abound. Come up with me, then, to the House on the Hill,By the side of the wood, and the clear sparkling rill;You shall see all their Pets, with their books and their flowers,And spend with these children a few sunny hours. OLD JIM AND THE HEN Daniel was a little boy, he had a nicelittle sister, three years older than he was ;but she was not too old to play with him. One day, after there had been a greatsnow-storm, and the wind had piled thesnow up in great banks, against the high stone wallout by the old barn, Daniel and his little sister wentout to the snow-drifts, to slide down and make a nicehouse in the snow. They had a shovel to dig with, and when they haddug a little way into the bank, Grandpas old blackdog Jim came along. THE HOUSE ON THE HILL. He thought they were digging out a rabbit or a fox,and so he went to work too, digging and pawing thesnow with his two fore-feet, and throwing it back, as ifhe really believed there was a fox in the bank. Pretty soon he got in away out of sight, and thechildren could hear him smelling, to see if there wasa fox there, and barking ever so loud. After a while he came out, covered all over with snowand wet, and he sh
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