JOSEPHINE AND HER
DOLLS By Mrs. H. C. Cradock﻿THE
LITTLE HOUSE
IN THE
FAIRY WOOD
By ETHEL COOK ELIOT
The charm and imaginative quality of this story should make it a children’s classic. Its moral value lies in the “meaning” it breathes into everyday things. Its “fairies” are the Wind, the Trees, and the Flowers,—which ever after will be remembered by children as real personalities.
It is the story of a little boy who was “all human,” and a little girl who was “half fairy,”—and of all their wonderful playmates in the depths of the great wood.
When the Magic in the Autumn Mist beckoned to poor neglected little city Eric, he followed it straight to the heart of the dim forest,—till he came to the house of his playfellow Ivra, where all his adventures began. Together they romped with the people of the wood: the Tree Girl, the Wind Creatures, Wild Star and Wild Thyme, and the Blue Water Children. They almost were caught in the glittering net of the Beautiful Wicked Witch. Eric played with the Humans too—the red-haired, freckle-faced children at the farm,—but they could not see little fairy Ivra, because they had “shadows in their eyes.”
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related MRS. H. C. CRADOCK
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HONOR C. APPLETON
NEW YORK FREDERICK A. STOKES COMPANY PUBLISHERS﻿‘Dedicated to Kitty and Mary and to all little girls, who love Dolls﻿CONTENTS
Chap.	  	Page
I. My Dolls......................................9
II. Sunny Jim goes to the 	War	..................15
III. The Next Morning..........................21
IV. In the Afternoon...........................31
V. After Tea...................................36
VI. The Next Morning (In the Hospital) ........41
VII. In the Afternoon (Peace)..................46﻿﻿Page
“ A bit of string divided the armies ”	....	Frontispiece	38
Josephine’s Dolls—1 to 8	.........	10
Josephine’s Dolls—-9 to 16...........................................................................................................12
“ We saw him off, then we all cried ”	.	.	.	.	.	.	.20
“Very handy when I have a big washing-day”	.	.	.	.	.24
“ Set Amy off crying again ” .	.	.	.	.	.	.	.	.28
“It took a long time to get the hospital ready”	.	.	.	.	*41
“ ‘ Don’t let’s have any more war ’ ”	.	.	.	.	.	.	*44
BLACK-AND-WHITE ILLUSTRATIONS
“ I am afraid a whole suit would be rather difficult to make ”	.	.	17
“ A few chocolates (especially caramels) ”	.	.	.	.	.	• x9
“ I put him in the corner for half an hour ”	.	.	.	.	.	*23
“ I never hear tables without a book ”	.	.	.	.	.	.26
“I screamed” ...........	35
“ I painted a fierce moustache on his face” ......	39
“A captain came riding hurriedly in, saying: ‘The wounded are coming;
be quick ’ ”...........................................43
“ ‘ Especially you, Quacky-Jack ........	47
COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS﻿﻿JOSEPHINE AND HER DOLLS
CHAPTER I My Dolls
ONCE upon a time there was a little girl called Josephine. That little girl is me. I always like stories to begin “Once upon a time”, and so I am beginning mine that way.
I am going to tell you all about﻿my dolls. I have sixteen. Some of them are a good deal broken, but you can hide the broken parts by their clothes and hats. Only three are quite whole. Those three are Granny (I will tell you why she is called Granny, soon), Amy, and Dorothy.
In a minute I will tell you all their names, and what is the matter with each one—I mean, what legs and arms are off But first I think you would like to know how old / am. I am eight. I am an “only” child.
People sometimes say: “You must be lonely, all by yourself.”
“Ah,” I think to myself, “I am never alone! There are sixteen people
10﻿﻿﻿in my nursery always besides me.” Of course they are people! Grownups sometimes seem to think that dolls are only toys. Just fancy! As if Charlie was a. toy!
But I promised to tell you their names, so here they are:—
1. Charlie. Pale-blue eyes. Made
of celluloid. One eye nearly washed out. Crack in the head, a little hole in his nose, no feet and no arms.
2. Dora. Very pretty face. Blue
eyes. Untidy hair. One arm off, and a bit of foot.
3. Christabel. Brown eyes. One
arm off
4. Margaret. Rather staring dark
eyes, nearly black. Hair only﻿stays on with seccotine. Both legs off
5. Patrick. Dressed in a sailor
suit. Made of composition (I don’t know what that is; but the people in the shop said “ composition, and won’t break but he does break, because a bit of his head has come off, and one	foot).
6.	Rachel.	Very	pretty.	Blue
eyes. Golden	ringlets.	Only
one hand off
7.	Granny.	Made	of rags.	White
woolly hair, and spectacles over her eyes (not real specs., but painted on). Now you can guess why she is called Granny, and I need not tell you.﻿﻿﻿8.	Amy. Very light hair. Light-blue eyes. Always neat. No broken parts.
9- William. Dressed in white jersey and white cap. Half a leg off) but he can kneel nicely.
10. Sunny Jim. Always smiling. The back of his head off
11. Big Teddy. Really a bear, but
he is now a boy. One ear off
12. Little Teddy. The same as Big, only both ears olf^ and an arm.
The two Koreans. They are twins, and they came from a place called Korea. One arm off each.
15. Quacky-Jack. A very naughty boy. One arm off
13 H﻿16. Dorothy.	Ver lovely. Dark
ringlets. Only one ear ofl^ but she won’t shut her eyes when she lies down, as she used to.﻿CHAPTER II Sunny Jim goes to the War
T REALLY wish the dolls had never heard about the war. They are quite a nuisance now. What with Sunny Jim saying he wants to enlist, and Dora saying she wants to be a Red Cross Nurse, and Charlie saying he is Lord Kitchener, there is no peace. They will all talk at once.
I think I really must let Sunny Jim go to the war. I do not know whether the doctor will “ pass ” him, as the back of his head is all gone, before ever a gun or a shell has come
15﻿near him. But he has such a pleasant face, I think the doctor will say: “Yes, certainly he shall go and fight for his king and country.” He can wear a helmet, and that will hide the hole in his head. He will make a beautiful soldier. He is tall and straight and strong. I will make him some khaki clothes, and pin a red-white-and-blue rosette on his breast, and then he will do.
He must be well drilled. I think all my nursery family shall be drilled; it might come in useful. You never know. The khaki clothes must be pinned; I shan’t have time to sew them. (I am afraid a whole suit would be rather difficult to make— trousers especially; and I can’t work
16﻿“/ am afraid a whole suit would be rather difficult to make ”﻿with a thimble yet.) But pins will do very well. In war time, everything gets a little upset, so I think pins would really do.
Sunny must have a little trunk packed. Dora and Christabel can help me to pack. Heavy things at the bottom of the trunk, such as boots, and a few picture-books, just to look at between the battles. We will put some chocolates inside the boots; they will be such a lovely surprise, and make Sunny feel cheerful and brave just before the battle. He will be able to fight many more Germans if he is cheered up by a few chocolates (especially caramels). Shirts next, then socks, and hankies, and cigarettes. Oh dear! I forgot
18﻿“A few chocolates (especially caramels) ”
the guns and swords and things. They ought to go at the bottom.
Packing is rather a bother. We will send the guns and swords on in a parcel. I wish his suit was made. It weighs on my mind. Perhaps Nanny would make it for me, just for once. He will never want war clothes again—at least, I don’t think so.﻿Yes, Nanny has made him a lovely coat and trousers. The trousers are rather tight—he can’t sit down; but that doesn’t matter. He will be chiefly standing to fight, and he will take them off at night. . . .
He has gone now. We all saw him off from the window, and waved flags, and then we all cried. He looked lovely, with his sword by his side (one sword we sent in a parcel, but one we let him take, for fear he should meet a German in the train or anywhere).
Dear Sunny Jim! He was often very naughty, but we forgive him now, for he is gone to fight for the safety of the dolls’ house, and all other dolls’ houses in the land.
20﻿﻿﻿CHAPTER III The Next Morning
WE all miss Sunny Jim so dreadfully. At breakfast this morning, Amy nearly choked over her bread - and - milk, because of crying. I make everybody have bread-and-milk. It is so wholesome for them. At least, bread - and - milk one morning, and porridge the next —in turns. Porridge is wholesome﻿too. I heard Quacky-Jack say once, when he thought I wasn’t listening: “All wholesome things are horrid— such as rice pudding, crusts, fat on meat, and castor oil.” Of course I punished him for saying such a naughty thing. I put him in the corner for half an hour. He is quite the naughtiest boy in the nursery. He looks naughty. I don’t know how it is, but the boys are generally more naughty than the girls. Amy is the goodest of all. The only trouble I have with her is that she cries so easily. But she keeps her pinnies the cleanest of all.
At breakfast, somebody nearly always spills something. The table-
22﻿“ I put him in the corner for half an hour ”﻿cloth does get so messy. This morning it was Dora. Poor Dora is generally in trouble of some kind. She looks so untidy. Her frocks always come open at the back; her hooks and eyes seem to come off more than anybody else’s. It be her fault. I cant scold her, because she has such a sweet face— always smiling. But I do wish she was neater. Her hair is never smooth. She generally has to wear a bonnet —even in bed.
I made Dora mop up her own milk, to teach her to be more careful another time. She smiled all the time. She mopped the milk up with my hanky.
After breakfast, of course it was
24﻿﻿Very handy when I have a big washing-day ”﻿school time. The	little	ones
were put to play on the hearth-rug. They are quite safe there, because of the fire-guard. It is quite a high one, and comes in very handy when I have a big washing-day. It dries the clothes beautifully; but they drop off sometimes, and always inside the fire-guard, of course.
Well, school was rather sad this morning, because of Sunny Jim. He is very clever about his sums, and tables especially. He knows as far as 4 times 12, and you can dodge him anyhow you like, but he always knows; except 3 times 7, and he mixes that up with 3 times 9. I never hear tables without a book, because it is difficult to remember﻿“ I never hear tables without a book ”﻿so many figures. But the times 1 have taught those children 3 times, and still they don’t know it! They really are a nuisance.
It won’t do to let Amy hear me say they are a nuisance, or she will begin to cry again. She uses about six hankies, where the other children only use one each. Once Charlie wiped his nose with his hand ( boy!) because he had lost his hanky. He nearly always has lost his. He is the next naughtiest to Quacky-Jack.
School lasted all the morning, till I had to go out for a walk. First it was sums. Patrick got all his sums right the first time, so I put him at the top of the class, which pleased﻿him very much. It is a pity he squints a little. You can’t tell whether he is looking at you or not. But still he is very nice, and sometimes quite good, although he is a boy. He didn’t stay long at the head of the class, because he would talk, and so he got a bad mark, and then William came to the top.
That made him and Patrick fight, which set Amy off crying again. Then Rachel dropped her slate and broke it, and altogether there was such a bother that we stopped sums and had drill. Drill is their favourite lesson. And just now, whilst they are all thinking so much about the war, they like drill more than ever. They know that it may
28﻿" Set Amy off crying again ”﻿﻿come in useful if the Germans come.
I put them all up in a row, on the table, leaning against the wall. Not	all can stand.	Some	can kneel,
and	some	sit, and	three	can stand
if they lean, and one can stand without leaning against anybody, or even the	wall.	That	is Big Teddy.
Little Teddy once could stand, but not	since	one leg	came	off! He
always has to go with the sitting ones.
After drill we had poetry. They know lots of nursery rhymes if I allow them all to say them together; but if I ask them a verse each, they make mistakes. The boys have gruff voices, and the girls squeaky. In the middle of “ Who killed Cock﻿Robin?” Big Teddy pinched Patrick, and then looked straight in front of him so solemnly, as if he hadn’t done it, that at first I thought it was Charlie; but all the others called out that it was Big Teddy. I told them that it was very mean of them to tell tales of one another, and they all hung their heads for shame. I made them all turn their faces to the wall as a punishment.﻿CHAPTER IV In the Afternoon
T ALWAYS take the perambulator out when Nanny and I go for our walk in the afternoon—I mean, when it is fine enough. It is a blue perambulator, and it has a hood, and white frilled cushion covers, and a blue-and-gold cover which goes over
3*﻿the children’s knees, and, best of all, a little place, near the handle, where I keep the parasol. The parasol is very pale blue. It is really Amy’s, but she lets them all have it in turns.
To-day it was Dorothy’s turn to go out. I dressed her in her little straw hat trimmed with rosebuds. It is a little small for her really, or else it is her face which is rather big. Once Aunty said Dorothy looked common. I am afraid she heard; I know her feelings would be dreadfully hurt if she did. Why I think she heard is because, whenever I say: “Aunty has come to stay here again; would you all like to come down to the drawing-room to see her? ” Dorothy shakes her head.
32﻿I put her pearl necklace round her neck, for she can’t bear going out without her pearls. (I think it was partly the necklace which made Aunty call her common; but why I can’t think, for Aunty herself wears pearls in the evening when she is dressed for dinner.) Dorothy asked me not to put her coat on, because she wanted people to see her new pink frock. She looked very nice when we were all ready.
But a dreadful thing happened. We had not been out long, when we had to pass a very windy corner. Nanny was a little way in front, and did not see what was happening. The wind blew my hat off first, and when I tried to catch﻿it the perambulator was blown right over, and out tumbled poor Dorothy, of course into a muddy pool.
But that was not all. At that moment a lady came past with a puppy. She had been carrying the puppy, but just then she put him down to have a run, and if he didn’t see Dorothy and run off with her between his teeth! I screamed, and Nanny came rushing back. It was awful. There was a dreadful commotion. At last the lady got Dorothy out of the puppy’s mouth; we put her at the bottom of the perambulator and covered her up altogether with the muddy blue-and-gold cover, and walked sadly home. It was a miserable afternoon.﻿“/ screamed”﻿CHAPTER V After Tea
THE boys—Big and Little Teddy, Charlie, Patrick, and Quacky-Jack- -were all full of the war spirit again. They wouldn’t hear of a nice game of hospitals, with Dorothy wounded and brought in on a stretcher. No, it must be the war, and nothing else.
36﻿I made up my mind that we must make	some use of	Dorothy. So we
decided that she should be a wounded Belgian, and that Dora and Rachel should be Red Cross nurses, and the boys could be soldiers. Nanny said we had better get Sunny Jim out of his box, as he was already dressed as a soldier. But of course that wouldn’t do. Sunny had gone to the war. He couldn’t come back in that way. We shan’t see him again for many a long day.
It was rather awkward having two soldiers on one side and three on the other. I had to think a good deal how to manage.
“ Nanny,” I said, “ who has the most soldiers, the Germans or us? ”﻿Nanny said: “The Germans.”
So I put Big Teddy, Little Teddy and Patrick on one side of the hearth-rug, and Quacky-Jack and Charlie on the other. The Germans had three men and the British two. William would have made the numbers even; but we decided yesterday that William was to be the German Emperor, because of his name. He doesn’t like it at all. He got into a fearful rage, but still we made him. I painted a fierce moustache on his face (he is made of rag).
A bit of string across the hearthrug divided the armies, and the Emperor sat on a high chair looking on, and clapping when his side got on well.﻿“ I painted a fierce moustache on his face﻿The battle	was very	fierce,	and
raged greatly, and many were wounded	and	killed.	Then	the
Red Cross nurses walked bravely on to the field of battle, and waved a white flag, and everybody stopped fighting;	and	they said to	the
Emperor:	“Please,	Sire,	may	we
take the wounded away and nurse them?”	And	he said:	“Yes,	you
may.” And they did.﻿﻿" It took a long ti?ne to get the hospital ready ”﻿CHAPTER VI The Next Morning
(In the Hospital)
TT7TLLIAM begged so hard not * ^ to be the German Emperor any more that I said he might be the doctor in the hospital, at any rate for this morning.
“But, mind, William,” I said, “you must be the Emperor quite cheerfully again when I want you to, if I let you be the doctor this morning.”
He said he would.
It took me quite a long time to get the hospital ready; but at last I﻿had four beds all in a row—cardboard boxes, which Mother buys her note-paper in. My hankies were counterpanes, and bits of flannel blankets. They didn’t have any sheets. I couldn’t spend too long in getting ready, because a captain came riding hurriedly in, saying: “The wounded are coming; be quick.” Charlie was the captain. Dora and Dorothy were nurses. They had red crosses on their arms, and white aprons on —hankies again, with tapes tied round their waists. (Dorothy’s waist is much fatter than Dora’s.)
Little Teddy was the first wounded man to be brought in. His leg was off But he was very brave, and never cried once. Then Patrick
42﻿iK A captain came riding hurriedly in, saying: ‘ The wounded are coming; be quick﻿came in. He could just walk, but was nearly fainting. He also was very brave, and very unselfish too, for he said: “Look after the others first, please, Nurse.” Next came Quacky-Jack, carried on a stretcher.
“ Dear, dear,” said the Doctor, shaking his head, “this is a very bad case. Put him to bed at once, Nurse, and get a hot-water bottle.” So poor Quacky-Jack was put to bed, and he had a hot bottle, and then the Doctor ordered castor oil.
Now Quacky-Jack always did hate castor oil, so Dorothy swallowed it herself for him (for she is always very kind), and gave Quacky a bit of chocolate instead, and it made him much better.﻿“ ‘ Don't let's have any more war '﻿﻿Big Teddy was carried in next. He had been badly wounded in the neck, so Dora put a bandage on him, and gave him some sweet medicine. It was so nice that all the others wanted a taste, and the Doctor said: “Yes, they might.” Then he felt all their pulses and went away.﻿CHAPTER VII In the Afternoon
(Peace)
WE are all tired of the war, so we are going to have peace. William is the Emperor again. I washed his fierce moustache off when he was the Doctor, but now I have put it on again. He is sitting on a high chair now, and Patrick is on another. He is King George. They are facing each other, and all the others are sitting around listening.
“ Now,” said King George, “ don’t let’s have any more war; it’s not
*	„ 5?
nice.﻿“ ‘ Especially you, Quacky-Jack
“ All right,” said the German Emperor.
So they shook hands, and were friends again, and all the people clapped.
47﻿“ Now, children,” I said, looking gravely at them all, “ let this war be a lesson to you all. No more quarrelling. And especially you, Quacky-Jack; and you next, Charlie, for you are nearly as bad as Quacky.” I then put them all to bed, and there they are now.﻿﻿﻿DADDY’S BED-TIME FAIRY STORIES
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