THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA GIFT OF Lirs. 7'illiam We intra ub IN PLAY LAND IN PLAY LAND COMPILED BY FRANCES WELD DANIELSON WITH ILLUSTRATIONS BY JANE DUDLEY F. LILEY YOUNG MABEL B. HILL CLARA E. ATWOOD THE PILGRIM PRESS BOSTON NEW YORK CUICAGO Copyright, 1911 Bt Luther H. Cabt Published August, 1911 LOAN STACK GIFT THE- PLIMPTON* PRESS [ W • D • O] NORWOOD • MASS • U • S • A WORK Work, when done by willing fingers. Makes the dullest hours slip by. Not a listless moment lingers. There's no time to fret or cry. Work and sing and then for playtime - That's the way to spend the daytime I When our work is finished duly. Then we'll laugh and skip and run, Happy just because we truly Know we've earned our right to fun. Work and sing and then for playtime - That's the way to spend the daytime I Qr;HS CONTENTS OUTDOORS ON PLEASANT DAYS Mat-Time Making Believe .... Horseback Haying-Time Toys and Seasons . A Puzzling Thing . . . Winifred's Long Journey . A Voyage Work and Play .... One Mile to Toyland . . Charlotte the Conqueror Velocipede A Little Girl's Journey . Apple-Tree Inn .... May Day Pretending Her Answer A Troublesome Daughter. The Race A Sleepy-Head Top . . . Hannah G. Fernald . Frances J. Delano Anne Schiitze . Anna Burnham Bryant Hannah G. Fernald . Nancy Byrd Turner . Frances Margaret Fox Hannah G. Fernald . Alice Van Leer Carrick Nancy Byrd Turner . Hannah G. Fernald . Annie Willis McCullough Frances J. Delano Nancy Byrd Turner . Alice Van Leer Carrick Hannah G. Fernald . Sidney Dayre . Hannah G. Fernald . Alice Turner Curtis . Sinclair Lewis page 3 4 6 7 8 10 11 16 18 19 21 23 24 26 28 30 31 32 34r 35 IN THE HOUSE ON STORMY DAYS A Rainy Day PijAN . Post-Office .... PicTURE-BooK Time . The Topsy-Turvy Doll Nancy Byrd Turner ... 39 Emma C. Dowd .... 41 Hannah G. Fernald ... 44 Rebecca Deming Moore . . 46 vii VIU CONTENTS The Milkweed Pod that Helped The Quiet Child My Horse Two Pockets Mt Dolly Aunt Ruth's New Spelling Game The Little Book People . After School A Game for the Fireside The Wooden Horse A Rainy Saturday . The Birthday Ones. Acting Rhymes .... The Trials of Travel . Books Dolls Lentil Arithmetic . A Warning The Quarrel My Playmates .... The People in the Pine- Tree The Students .... The Little Prince . The Ball The Dictionary's Sons. Poor Old Books .... Toys The Bath Tangles The Dream Ship. The Apple Family . The Teddy Bear's Surprise The Rainy Day .... The Game of Going-to-Bed Louise M. Oglevee. Anne Schiitze .... Nancy Byrd Turner . Rebecca Deming Moore . Annie Willis McCullough Emma C. Dowd . Edna A. Foster Hannah G. Fernald . Bertha E. Bush . Rebecca Deming Moore Anne Schiitze . Nancy Byrd Turner . Emma C. Dowd . Rebecca Deming Moore Hannah G. Fernald . Rebecca Deming Moore Emma C. Dowd . Hannah G. Fernald . Nancy Byrd Turner . Rebecca Deming Moore Nettie Joy Allen . Hannah G. Fernald . Carolyn Sherwin Bailey Anna Burnham Bryant Emma C. Dowd . Abbie Farwell Brown Alice Van Leer Carrick Rebecca Deming Moore Louise M. Oglevee. Blanche Elizabeth Wade Rebecca Deming Moore Carolyn Shenvin Bailey Rebecca Deming Moore Anna Burnham Bryant PAGE 47 50 51 52 63 54 57 59 61 63 64 66 67 70 71 73 74 77 78 80 82 85 86 90 91 94 95 96 97 99 102 104 106 107 CONTENTS IX OUTDOOR PLAYFELLOWS AND INDOOR TASKS PAGE The Playfellow Wind . Elizabeth Thornton Turner 111 The Lady Moon .... Alice Turner Curtis . 113 The Journey Annie Willis McCullough . 11-i Daffydowndilly .... Carolyn Sheru-in Bailey . . 115 The Pinewood People . . Elizabeth Thomion Turner 117 Jocko Hannah G. Fernald . 118 Grandmother's Spectacles Carolyn Sherwin Bailey . . 120 Our Little Brook . . . Edith Dunham 123 Barbara Nancy Byrd Turner . . 125 The Story of the Little Crooked Tree .... Carolyn Shermn Bailey . . 126 The Star Anna Burnham Bryant . 129 Winged Things .... Anna Schiitze 130 My Garden Anna Burnham Bryant . . 131 The Calendar of a Country Child Alice Van Leer Carrick . . 132 For the Queen .... Blanche Elizabeth Wade . . 134 The Month of May . . . Anna Burnham Bryant . 137 Clover Annie Willis McCullough . 138 Mamma's Little Housemaid Harriet Crocker LeRoy . . 139 The Best Medicine . . . Jnshua F. Crowell .... 141 In Summer Hannah G. Fernald . . 143 At Night Annie Willis McCullough . 144 Sun Shadows Alice Van Leer Carrick . 145 ILLUSTRATIONS But we just choose a May Queen. This time it's Sister Lou Cover inset London Bridge Frontispiece PACING PAOB There were nine dolls and Shep, the big dog . 14 They took turns in being postmaster and in coming for the mail 42 The Birthday Ones 66 Trials of Travel 70 A Game of Hide-and-Seek 82 A Soap-Bubble Party 106 Outdoor Playfellows and Indoor T'asks /;; Play Land MAY-TIME SING a song of May-time, And picnics in the park. Such a happy playtime! Birds are singing — hark ! Bluebird calls to bluebird, Robins chirp between, And little lads and lasses Are dancing on the green. Marigolds are golden All along the brooks. Violets are peeping In the shady nooks. Out into the fields now! Choose your happy queen; For all the lads and lasses Are dancing on the green. Hannah G. Fernald. MAKING BELIEVE PATTIE RAYMOND was the richest little girl in the whole country. The parties she gave were really wonder- ful. She had a beautiful banqueting-room, all one side of which was open to the sea. The walls were higher than any church and the painting on the ceiling more glorious than anything a great painter ever did. There was a very old and beautiful table in the center of this room, and the dishes Pattie used were made by the greatest of all artists. Pattie's guests were beautifully dressed. In the spring the ladies wore yellow and the men green. Later, the ladies dressed in rose color while the men were in dark green. Later still, say in August, the ladies wore pale pink and the men pale green. It was a beautiful sight to see a thousand guests (Pattie often had more than a thou- sand) all dressed in delicate colors, fluttering and nodding and smiling under the blue roof, with the great sea stretched out before 4 MAKING BELIEVE them, and Pattie moving among them like a little queen. Now let me whisper a secret. Any little girl who knows how to make believe is just as rich as Pattie was. For listen! Pattie's banqueting-room was her grandmother's back pasture. The table w^as a splendid big rock. The dishes were shells from the shore. The ceiling of the room was the great dome of the sky. The guests were — well, in the spring they were buttercups and various green things; in the summer they were wild roses and sweet fern; later, the guests that flocked to the old pasture were the lovely pink hardhack and pale green mullein stalks. Truly, Pattie was not only the richest, but she was the happiest little girl in the whole countryside. Frances J. Delano. HORSEBACK RIGHT by our brook is a lovely place, Where the saplings bow and bend. And every tree is a fairy horse. Which the fairy queen will lend, If you know just how to pretend. Oh, how I wish for each Friday night. When tomorrow is Saturday, And I can finish my work, and then Go down by the brook to play. Where the fairy horses stay! Anne Schutze. HAYING-TIME IN haying-time my grandpa says I'm lots of use to him. I take my nice new wheelbarrow and fill it to the brim. The big team comes out, too, and takes the hay-cocks one by one. And that and my new wheelbarrow soon get the haying done. Anna Burnham Bryant. TOYS AND SEASONS THE hoops and the marbles, the long winter through, Had slept in the garret, with nothing to do. The sleds were out sliding, the bright skates were gliding, While poor hoops and marbles were hidden away, Waiting and waiting for some one to play. Spring sun and spring winds carried off all the snow. There was mud for our pies; there were pebbles to throw; There were kites for our flying, wee boats for our trying; The birds were all singing in garden and lane; And the hoops and the marbles were with us again. The skates and the sleds have all vanished from sight — TOYS AND SEASONS 9 Gone to rest, I suppose; I should think that they might. No time for condoHng when gay hoops are rolling, But isn't it really a singular thing The hoops and the marbles should know when it's spring? Hannah G. Fernald. A PUZZLING THING EIGHT of us went to a party — The nicest ever given. There was apple fluff, and frosted stuff, And cake and candy and fruit enough. But seats for only seven! Eight of us hurried homeward After the happy treat. With run and bound; yet there were found Only the tracks on the dusty ground Of seven pairs of feet! Eight of us got back safely. And seven told with glee Of all we'd done, and the feast and the fun — But one of us was a silent one. Now, which can that one be? Nancy Byrd Turner. 10 WINIFRED'S LONG JOURNEY WINIFRED was seven years old and proud of her age. If she had been six, she would have cried when Uncle Tom and her two brothers went away that June morning to meet father — at least, so she told mother. Winifred's home was in Redlands in south- ern California. Father had been in Alaska three months. During that time the little girl had grown so fast she wondered if her father would surely know her. She was only six years old when he went away. The three children were asleep the night before when mother told uncle Tom that Winifred was too young to go with him and the boys to Los Angeles to meet her father. *'You see," mother reasoned, "it is really a long journey for such a little girl, and the train from San Francisco may be hours late." Half an hour after Uncle Tom and the boys had gone, mother saw a funny sight. 11 12 INPLATLAND Winifred was trailing through the yard with Aunt Carolyn's garden hat tied on with a veil. Mother's blue gingham kitchen apron was her long gown that would have dragged had not the little lady lifted it with a stylish air. In her free hand Winifred carried her mother's brown leather bag. "Evidently traveling," mother said aloud. The next moment an extremely polite individual crossed the lawn and paused in front of the open window. "Pardon me, but are you the ticket agent?" demanded the little lady. "Why, yes, madam," was mother's instant reply. She was accustomed to change into different characters at a moment's notice. "What can I do for you.?" "You may sell me one grown-up ticket and ten children's tickets for Los Angeles." "You mean, madam, one full fare and ten half fares?" "Yes'm — madam — sir, if you please. And when does the next train come?" "The Overland is due in five minutes," replied the station agent. "You'll have time to check your baggage." "No baggage to check, I thank you, sir. Winifred's long journey 13 I am expecting my father from San Francisco on the afternoon train, and we are going to Los Angeles to meet him. I hope the brake- man will help me get on the train with all my children. I left them sitting on the platform." Mother took the hint and straightway became brakeman. She smiled a little too broadly to suit Winifred's dignity, however, when she saw the waiting family on the platform. There were the nine dolls and Shep, the big dog, in a row on the steps of the front veranda. Across the path to the front gate were three orange boxes. The train had arrived. "Shep is my biggest boy," the little lady explained, just as the conductor called, *'All aboard!" and the brakeman had handed up the Japanese baby to its smiling mother. "He is the only one I ever had any trouble with. The front seat, Shep! Sit down, sir! We are going on a long journey. Down, sir!" Shep sat down so hard in front of an orange box that he tipped it over and the brakeman had to straighten it. "Your son, madam, seems a bit unruly," ventured the brakeman. 14 INPLAYLAND "He is a little clumsy," madam replied, "because he has grown so fast. He is very big for his age. Sit down, sir!" Mother retreated with her sewing to the veranda, where she could watch the Over- land speed through the country. At last it was evident that the train was pulling into Los Angeles. Madam put on the children's hats, wiped their faces with her handker- chief, straightened her own garments, and seized the traveling-bag. Suddenly Shep became restless. He had been a well-behaved son during the entire journey. "Down, sir, down!" commanded his anx- ious mother. "We are not going to get off at a crossing. We are going into Arcade Station." Shep appeared to be listening, not to madam, but to distant footsteps. He looked at Mrs. Winifred, to be sure, and then gave a long, joyful howl that might have aston- ished passengers on the Overland. "Now we're there!" declared the little lady. She either had to suddenly arrive in Los Angeles or admit that her only son had bounded through the window of the Over- '^ « '•c O -^