St. Nicholas (serial) (1873) (14803884303)

Identifier: stnicholasserial301dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill



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hen Ju Huh got out the ebony tablet and theivory-covered books and the India ink and thebrush and the sheets of rice-paper, and struckthe brass gong, an hour after breakfast, Lu Singalways began to hear the naughty jinn say, Dont go! Fret and pout and make a fuss,my blossom, and we will have some fun. Poor Ju worked long and patiently over LuSing, and at last gave up in despair, and couldonly teach Lu to play on the tom-tom andembroider birds and flowers on bits of silk andsatin, as little American girls sew patchwork. Lu liked the music and the pretty colors, soshe did these things pleasantly, and she andthe jinn felt very proud to think they had gottheir own naughty way. Now Ah Nah was a dear old soul, as gentle I 29 as a dove, and her only fault was a too great Ah Wee did not drink tea, and was alwayslove of tea. She had three hundred and sixty- scolding about it, because she was poorly andfive pots,—one for each day in the year,—and cross, and had to live on birds-nest soup to
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THE AUNTS SEND UP THE PRA took sips every half-hour; for the fire in the cure her whong-hong tummyfuss, which is, copper pan burned all the time, and her pocket Chinese for dyspepsia. Well, the two aunties was always full of the finest kind of orange- were much troubled about Lu and her naughty pekoe, so she could brew tea at any moment. ways, and they tried to think how they couldVol. XXX.—17. 130 LU £ cure her of this last trick; for if she would notstudy she would be a dunce, and dunces areshut up in little pens and fed like pigs, but notlet out to play, like other children. This wassuch a sad idea that poor Ah Nah cried a cup-ful of tears over it, and Ah Wee said, with astamp that smashed two lovely china mon-sters : By the Great Dragon and the SacredTeapot, that child shall be made to mind. But how ? said Ah Nah, drying her tearson a pink tissue-paper handkerchief, and takinga sip of tea to comfort her. We will fly kites; and if that does not do it,we must put her in the river