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                               OUR PETS

                      GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS,

                         LONDON AND NEW YORK.

                        Kronheim & Co., London.

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                               OUR PETS.


This is Pol-ly's own cat, Top-sy. She looks ve-ry prim and quiet; but
if you play with her, you will find she is a ve-ry mer-ry lit-tle cat.
She will jump up-on the ta-ble at break-fast, and run off with
Pol-ly's toast; and if mam-ma be wri-ting a let-ter, Top-sy will steal
soft-ly a-long the arm of the so-fa, and rub her paw o-ver the last
word mam-ma has writ-ten, and make a great blot in the let-ter.
Some-times she will sit as still as a mouse on Un-cle Tom's shoul-der
while he is read-ing, and look so grave-ly on the book that you might
think she was read-ing too: but she is not quite wise e-nough for
that.

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Car-lo is Har-ry's dog, and a ve-ry good dog he is. If you were to
throw a stone twen-ty times in-to the foam-ing sea, Car-lo would
plunge in, with-out a-ny fear, and bring the ve-ry same stone out to
you. And if Har-ry loses his ball a-mong the long grass, Car-lo brings
it in a mi-nute. And he can do bet-ter things than these, for one day
in win-ter, when the ri-ver was fro-zen, and Har-ry was ska-ting on it
ve-ry nice-ly, he came to a place where the ice was thin, for a hole
had been bro-ken the day before, and there had not been time for it to
get hard a-gain. Poor Har-ry broke through the ice and sank down in-to
the wa-ter; he would have been drown-ed, but Car-lo di-ved down, and
brought him out safe. No won-der Car-lo is a pet.

These pi-geons be-long to lit-tle Pol-ly. They have a ve-ry pret-ty
house to live in, and Pol-ly feeds them e-ve-ry morn-ing with bar-ley
or peas. When they see her come with her lit-tle bas-ket, they all fly
down from the roof of the dove-cot, and will hop round her, perch on
her should-er, and eat from her hand. But if they see Top-sy steal-ing
un-der the Trees, or Car-lo run-ning o-ver the grass-plot, a-way they
all fly. The Pi-geons trust Pol-ly, but they will not trust sly puss,
nor rough Car-lo. Pret-ty, shy pets, are Pol-ly's pi-geons.

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Rab-bits are pret-ty mild crea-tures. Some-times they live on moors,
where they hide in bur-rows, which are holes in the ground, then they
run about the fields and eat the green corn, and tur-nip tops, and
some-times in win-ter are ve-ry hun-gry. But Har-ry's tame rab-bits
have a warm house, and plen-ty of clean straw, and fresh food e-ve-ry
day, and are as well off as rab-bits can be that are in pri-son.
Har-ry goes in-to the fields to pick clo-ver and rib grass for them,
the gar-den-er gives him let-tuce and cab-bage leaves; and he
some-times gives them dry corn, for he likes them to have a change of
food. The large, fine old rab-bit is call-ed Bun-ny. She is a great
pet.

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You see here Pol-ly and her Pet lamb. The mo-ther died in the cold wet
wea-ther in spring, and the poor lit-tle lamb would have died too, but
it was brought in-to the house and gi-ven to Pol-ly, who fed it with
warm milk through the spout of her doll's tea-pot e-ve-ry day, till it
grew so big that she used to bring it grass to eat. Pol-ly call-ed her
pet lamb Nan, and there nev-er was such a pet lamb. It fol-low-ed
Pol-ly up stairs to the nur-se-ry, and down to the school-room, and
round the fields when she walk-ed out; and Pol-ly said, "If Nan did
grow to be a great sheep, she should nev-er be kill-ed for mut-ton."

Lit-tle Pol-ly went e-ve-ry morn-ing to the Poul-try yard to see the
Poul-try wo-man feed the fowls. Her mam-ma had gi-ven her a Cock and a
Hen, and a fine brood of chickens, to be her own. She fed them
her-self, and they were al-ways rea-dy to come round her when they
heard her say, Chuck! chuck! Pol-ly was nev-er a-fraid of the fine,
bold Cock, even when he crow-ed so loud-ly that you might have heard
him a mile off. He was ve-ry fierce if a-ny o-ther cock came near his
fa-mi-ly, but he was quite tame with Pol-ly, and bow-ed like a
gen-tle-man when she gave him his bar-ley.

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                              ROUTLEDGE'S

                         THREEPENNY TOY-BOOKS,

      WITH SIX COLOURED ILLUSTRATIONS, PRINTED BY KRONHEIM & CO.

 5. MY FIRST ALPHABET
 6. MOTHER GOOSE
 7. THE BABES IN THE WOOD
 8. THIS LITTLE PIG
 9. THE OLD WOMAN WHO LIVED IN A SHOE
10. LITTLE BO-PEEP
11. NURSERY RHYMES
12. FARM-YARD ALPHABET
13. JACK AND THE BEANSTALK
14. JOHN GILPIN
15. OLD MOTHER HUBBARD
16. THE THREE BEARS
17. THE HOUSE THAT JACK BUILT
18. THE DOGS' DINNER PARTY
19. MY MOTHER
20. THE CATS' TEA PARTY
21. MORE NURSERY RHYMES
22. ROBIN REDBREAST
23. A, APPLE PIE
24. THE RAILWAY ALPHABET
25. NURSERY SONGS
26. NURSERY DITTIES
27. PUNCH AND JUDY
28. OUR PETS
29. CINDERELLA
30. PUSS-IN-BOOTS
31. LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD
32. WILD ANIMALS
33. TAME ANIMALS
34. BIRDS
35. JACK THE GIANT KILLER
36. BLUE BEARD
37. ALADDIN
38. THE FORTY THIEVES
39. TOM THUMB
40. SLEEPING BEAUTY IN THE WOOD

                      GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS,

                         LONDON AND NEW YORK.