_William Henry to his Sister._

MY DEAR LITTLE SISTER,--

I"m sorry your little birdie"s dead! He was a nice singing birdie! But I wouldn"t cry. Maybe you"ll have another one some time, if you"re a good little girl. Maybe father"ll go to Boston and buy you one, or maybe Cousin Joe will send one home to you, in a vessel, or maybe I"ll catch one, or maybe a man will come along with birds to sell, or maybe Aunt Phebe"s bird will lay an egg and hatch one out. I wouldn"t feel bad about it. It isn"t any use to feel bad about it. Maybe, if he hadn"t been killed, he"d "a" died. Dorry says, "Tell her, "Don"t you cry," and I"ll give her something, catch her a rabbit or a squirrel!" Says he"ll tease his sister for her white mice. Says he"ll tease her with the tears in his eyes,--or else her banties.

How do you like your teacher? Do you learn any lessons at school? You must try to get up above all the other ones. We"ve got two new teachers this year. One is clever, and we like that one, but the other one isn"t very. We call the good one Wedding Cake, and we call the other one Brown Bread. Did grandmother tell you about the Fortune Tellers? We went to-day and she told mine true. She said my father was a very kind man, and said I was quick to get mad, and said I had just got something I"d wanted a long time (watch, you know), and said I should have something else that I wanted, but didn"t say when. I wonder how she knew I wanted a gun. I thought perhaps somebody told her, and laid it to Old Wonder Boy, for we two had been talking about guns. But he flared up just like a flash of powder. "There. Now you needn"t blame that on to me!" says he. "You fellers always do blame everything on to me!" Sometimes when somebody touches him he hollers out, "Leave me loose! Leave me loose!"

Dorry says that"s the way fellers talk down in Jersey. The Fortune Teller told W. B. that he came from a long way off, and that he wanted to be a soldier, but he"d better give up that, for he wouldn"t dare to go to war, without he went behind to sell pies. All of us laughed to hear that, for Old Wonder Boy is quick to get scared. But he is always straightening himself up, and looking big, and talking about his native land, and what he would do for his native land, and how he would fight for his native land, and how he would die for his native land. He says that why she told him that kind of a fortune was because he gave her pennies and not silver money. His uncle that goes cap"n of a vessel has sent him a letter, and in the letter it said that he had a sailor aboard his ship that used to come to this school.



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I was going to tell you a funny story about W. B."s getting scared, but Dorry he keeps teasing me to go somewhere. I made these joggly letters when he tickled my ears with his paint-brush. Has your pullet begun to lay yet? I hope my rooster won"t be killed. Tell them not to. Benjie says he had a grand great rooster. It was white and had green and purple tail feathers, O, very long tail feathers, and stood "most as high as a barrel of flour, with great yellow legs, and had a beautiful crow, and could drive away every other one that showed his head, and he set his eyes by that rooster, but when he got home they had killed him for broth, and when he asked "em where his rooster was they brought out the wish-bone and two tail feathers, and that was all there was left of him.

I wouldn"t have poor little kitty drowned way down in the deep water "cause to drown a kitty couldn"t make a birdie alive again. Have your flowers bloomed out yet? You must be a good little girl, and try to please your grandmother all you can.

From your affectionate brother,

WILLIAM HENRY.

P. S. Now Dorry"s run to head off a loose horse, and I"ll tell you about Old Wonder Boy"s getting scared. It was one night when--Now there comes Dorry back again! But next time I will.

W. H.

_William Henry to his Sister, about Old Wonder Boy"s Fright._

MY DEAR SISTER,--

I will put that little story I am going to tell you right at the beginning, before Dorry and Bubby Short get back. I mean about W. B."s getting scared. But don"t you be scared, for after all "t was--no, I mean after all "t wasn"t--but wait and you"ll know by and by, when I tell you. "T was one night when Dorry and I and some more fellers were a sitting here together, and we all of us heard some thick boots coming-a hurrying up the stairs, and the door came a banging open, and W. B.

pitched in, just as pale as a sheet, and couldn"t but just breathe. And he tried to speak, but couldn"t, only one word at once, and catching his breath between, just so,--"Shut--the--door!--Do!--Do!--shut--the door!"

Then we shut up the door, and Bubby Short stood his back up against it because "t wouldn"t quite latch, and now I will tell you what it was that scared him. Not at the first of it, but I shall tell it just the same way we found it out.

Says he, "I was making a box, and when I got it done "t was dark, but I went to carry the carpenter"s tools back to him, because I promised to.

And going along," says he, "I thought I heard a funny noise behind me, but I didn"t think very much about it, but I heard it again, and I looked over my shoulder, and I saw something white behind me, a chasing me. I went faster, and then that went faster. Then I went slower, and then that went slower. And then I got scared and ran as fast as I could, and looked over my shoulder and "t was keeping up. But it didn"t run with feet, nor with legs, for then I shouldn"t "a" been scared. But it came--O, I don"t know how it came, without anything to go on."

Dorry asked him, "How did it look?"

"O,--white. All over white," says W. B.

"How big was it?" Bubby Short asked him.

"O,--I don"t know," says W. B. "First it looked about as big as a pigeon, but every time I looked round it seemed to grow bigger and bigger."

"Maybe "t was a pigeon," says Dorry. "Did it have any wings?"

"Not a wing," says W. B.

"Maybe "t was a white cat," says Mr. Augustus.

"O, poh, cat!" says W. B.

"Or a poodle dog," says Benjie.

"Nonsense, poodle dog!" says W. B.

"Or a rabbit," says Bubby Short.

"O, go "way with your rabbit!" says W. B. "Didn"t I tell you it hadn"t any feet or legs to go with?"

"Then how could it go?" Mr. Augustus asked him.

"That"s the very thing," said W. B.

"Snakes do," says Bubby Short.

"But a snake wouldn"t look white," says Benjie.

"Without "t was scared," says Dorry.

I said I guessed I knew. Like enough "t was a ghost of something.

I said like enough of a robin or some kind of bird.

"Of what?" then they all asked me.

"That he"d stolen the eggs of," says Dorry.

"O yes!" says Old Wonder Boy. "It"s easy enough to laugh, in the light here, but I guess you"d "a" been scared, seeing something chasing you in the dark, and going up and down, and going tick, tick, tick, every time it touched ground, and sometimes it touched my side too."

"For goodness gracious!" says Dorry. "Can"t you tell what it seemed most like?"

"I tell you it didn"t seem most like anything. It didn"t run, nor walk, nor fly, nor creep, nor glide along. And when I got to the Great Elm-Tree, I cut round that tree, and ran this way, and that did too."

"Where is it now?" Dorry asked him.

"O, don"t!" says W. B. "Don"t open the door. "T is out there."

"Come, fellers," Dorry said, "let"s go find it."

Benjie said, "Let"s take something to hit it with!" And he took an umbrella and I took the bootjack, and Bubby Short took the towel horse, and Mr. Augustus took a hair-brush, and Dorry took his boot with his arm run down in it, and first we opened the door a crack and didn"t go out, but peeped out, but didn"t see anything there. Then we went out a little ways, and then we didn"t see anything. And pretty soon, going along towards the stairs, Bubby Short stepped on something. "What"s that?" says he. And he jumped, and we all flung our things at it. "Hold the light!" Dorry cried out.

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Then W. B. brought out the light, and there wasn"t anything there but a carpenter"s reel, with a chalk line wound up on it, and they picked it up and began to wind up, and when they came to the end of it--where do you s"pose the other end was? In W. B."s pocket! and his ball and some more things held it fast there, and that chalk-line reel was what went bobbing up and down behind Old Wonder Boy every step he took,--bob, bob, bobbing up and down, for there was a hitch in the line and it couldn"t unwind any more, and the line under the door was why "t wouldn"t latch, and O, but you ought to "ve heard the fellers how they roared! and Bubby Short rolled over on the floor, and Dorry he tumbled heels over head on all the beds, and we all shouted and hurrahed so the other fellers came running to see what was up, and then the teachers came to see who was flinging things round so up here, and to see what was the matter, but there couldn"t anybody tell what the matter was for laughing, and W. B.

he looked so sheepish! O, if it wasn"t gay! How do you like this story?

That part where it touched his side was when that reel caught on something and so jerked the string some. Now I must study my lesson.

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