The Little Robber Girl
The Boy Who Cried Wolf
AMERICAN INDIAN STORIES
Animal Sketches And Stories
Blondine Bonne Biche and Beau Minon
BRER RABBIT and HIS NEIGHBORS
CHINESE MOTHER-GOOSE RHYMES
FABLES FOR CHILDREN
FABLES FROM INDIA
FATHER PLAYS AND MOTHER PLAYS
FIRST STORIES FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
For Classes Ii. And Iii.
For Classes Iv. And V.
For Kindergarten And Class I.
FUN FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
Good Little Henry
JAPANESE AND OTHER ORIENTAL TALES]
Jean De La Fontaine
King Alexander's Adventures
KINGS AND WARRIORS
LAND AND WATER FAIRIES
Lessons From Nature
LITTLE STORIES that GROW BIG
MODERN FAIRY TALES
MOTHER GOOSE CONTINUED
MOTHER GOOSE JINGLES
MOTHER GOOSE SONGS AND STORIES
Myths And Legends
NEGLECT THE FIRE
ON POPULAR EDUCATION
PLACES AND FAMILIES
Poems Of Nature
RESURRECTION DAY (EASTER)
RHYMES CONCERNING "MOTHER"
RIDING SONGS for FATHER'S KNEE
ROMANCES OF THE MIDDLE AGES
SAINT VALENTINE'S DAY
Selections From The Bible
SLEEPY-TIME SONGS AND STORIES
Some Children's Poets
Songs Of Life
STORIES BY FAVORITE AMERICAN WRITERS
STORIES FOR CHILDREN
STORIES for LITTLE BOYS
STORIES FROM BOTANY
STORIES FROM GREAT BRITAIN
STORIES FROM IRELAND
STORIES FROM PHYSICS
STORIES FROM SCANDINAVIA
STORIES FROM ZOOLOGY
STORIES _for_ LITTLE GIRLS
THE DAYS OF THE WEEK
The King Of The Golden River; Or, The Black Brothers
The Little Grey Mouse
THE OLD FAIRY TALES
The Princess Rosette
THE THREE HERMITS
THE TWO OLD MEN
UNCLES AND AUNTS AND OTHER RELATIVES
VERSES ABOUT FAIRIES
WHAT MEN LIVE BY
WHERE LOVE IS, THERE GOD IS ALSO
An Interrupted Nap
from The Tale Of Nimble Deer
Nimble, the fawn, stole away into the woods while his mother was
sleeping. And when he went he took great pains not to disturb her.
He was careful not to step on a single twig. For young as he was, he
knew that the sound of a breaking twig was enough to rouse his mother
instantly out of the deepest sleep. And he made sure that he didn't set
his little feet on any stones. For he knew that at the merest click of
a hoof his mother would bound up and discover that he had left her.
So Nimble trod only upon the soft carpet of pine needles and made not
the slightest noise. Meanwhile his mother slept peacefully on--or as
peacefully as anybody can who is a light sleeper and keeps one ear
always cocked to catch every stir in the forest.
She never missed her son at all until she found herself suddenly wide
awake and on her feet, ready to run. Not seeing Nimble beside her, for a
moment or two she forgot she had a child. Her only thought was to flee
from the creature that was crashing through the underbrush beyond the
old stone wall and drawing nearer to her every instant.
It was a wonder that she didn't dash off then and there. Indeed she took
one leap before she remembered who she was and that she had a youngster
Then, of course, she stopped short and looked wildly around. But she saw
no little spotted fawn anywhere.
She had been startled enough, before, roused as she was out of a sound
sleep. And now she was terribly frightened.
"Nimble!" she called. "Where are you?"
"Here I am!" Nimble answered. Even as he spoke he burst into sight,
leaping the stone wall in such a way that his mother couldn't help
feeling proud of him.
"What's the matter?" she cried. "Who's chasing you?"
"Nobody's chasing me," Nimble told her. "When I saw the Fox I hurried
"The Fox!" his mother exclaimed. "Well, he won't dare touch you while I
am with you." She began to breathe easily again. If it was only a Fox
she certainly didn't intend to run. "Where did you see the Fox?" she
"He was right over my head," Nimble said.
"My goodness!" his mother gasped. "That was dangerous. Was he on a bank
"He was in a tree," Nimble replied.
His mother gave him a queer look.
"What's that?" she asked him sharply. "In a tree? What did he look like?
Was he red?"
"He was grayish and he had black rings around his long bushy tail; and
his long pointed nose stuck out from under a black mask."
"Nonsense!" cried Nimble's mother. "You didn't see a Fox. You saw a
Nimble was puzzled.
"You told me once," he reminded his mother, "that a Fox was a sly fellow
with a bushy tail and a long pointed nose. And this person in the tree
"Yes! Yes!" said his mother. "Now listen to what I say: A Fox is red.
And his tail has no rings at all. And Foxes don't climb trees."
"Yes, Mother!" was Nimble's meek answer.
He was glad to learn all that. And he was glad, too, that his mother
hadn't asked him how he happened to stray off alone into the woods.
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