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wards took a master's degree in biology in auxiliary. Since the close of the war, she 1885. She studied also at Leipsic, Geneva, has been for two years in charge of the and the Sorbonne, making a specialty of work of the Cuban Orphan Society in mathematics and mathematical astronomy. Cuba. She has served in various capacities at the Many leading women's colleges have men Burnham School, Northampton, Massachusetts. still at the head who are doing noble and Miss Gill is not only a broadly equipped educa- effective service. But the best results, it is tor, but a humanitarian as well. At the break- probable, are obtained under the superining out of the recent Spanish-American war, tendence and direction of cultured women of she went to Cuba under the auspices of the insight and sympathy, especially trained for Red Cross Society, and did good service in the work of leaders in educational enterprises executive work connected with the nurses' for women.
LETTERS FROM “LILLIPUT”
We had a funny little block for cheese. We
trying to gain strength in the Adiron- picnic didn't like chestnuts.
instead of a letter. it hard to
Once there was a be away from each
little girl. She had other, and the let
nothing to do. She ters from “Lilliput,”
was sick of dolls and as Lilian P used
many toys, but she sometimes to be
would play dolls; called, indicate with
and this is what she what faithfulness
did. She took pilthe child fulfilled her
low, and bedding, share in the corre
and her two chubby spondence. Week
hands, and washed by week the little
them with dress, one, who was just
and petticoat, and turned six and could
flannel petticoat. neither read nor
Then the next day write, dictated to a
she ironed them with member of her fam
her young flatiron ily letters which in
and clothes-line, — every case the aman
(oh, don't say uensis reproduced
“clothes-line"!) – verbatim, often with
I mean — then hung the aid of short
them up on her little hand. Only extracts
clothes-line. may here be pub
The next day she lished. Very soon
dressed them; makes after the last letter
them new clothes the was sent away, “Lilliput” had gone out of next day; plays they're sick the next day. the sight of her friends.
Next day she made some cake, and next day, THE LETTERS.
I'm sad to say, she went to church, and they
had a stomach-ache. DEAR BUDDIE:* OCTOBER 19, 1898.
Three little wee-wees sat in a row. Your little lover is glad you have a nice
One said he'd put on his bonnet, and go;
One said he was lazy, and preferred to stay; place. I've been over to Gertie's today.
And one with a sailor-cap (“I'm going to be We played picnic. We had for candy, Like Papa ”) ran for a bubble-pipe and smoking acorns; for sugar, broken-up, tiny sticks,
ran away. *A pet name for “ brother."
They was once two little girls — Birdie and
Katherine. They were very happy because bered I said, as I went, I wanted something their Papa and Mama had come home from a to put into my bag. Then I was sitting in long visit. One day they went down in the the cars, and Miss W
handed me a kitchen, and there was Maria baking cookies. shragged old bundle. I opened it, and in it Cried Birdie and Katherine: “May we, sat a pretty little doll. It was rag, but I Maria, bake some, too some teeny-weens, didn't care. It had nice little clothes on. you know?” Then they both scampered for I was very much pleased, just as you would their rolling-pins. They began to make be if you were a little child like me. them as hard as they could. Then, of This afternoon I went out for a walk with course, tea was ready. Ting-a-ling! went Mama, but I didn't go in, and stayed out the bell. Thought the little children: “How with Mamie. nice it would be to have beefsteak and pump Your loving little friend, Buddie's sister, kin pie!” Then the little girls went to bed
BABY. and slept till the next morning, heartily – happily, I ought to say.
["Lilliput'' was looking at pictures in the Dear Buddie, good-by.
I'll write you a story, and give you a kiss. DEAR BROTHER BUDDIE:
Dear me! What was the child to do? She
had no use of her hands and feet. Her name Oh, see the apples, high in the trees ; They swing like sugar-plums out of their ease.
was Bertha Kenworthy. She had no use of How we like to climb up, up,
anything. She could not play, nor hold And not be afraid that they don't belong to us. even a rattle in her hands. Bertha did nothWe care for them like a baby fair, That comes with brown eyes and golden hair,
ing but laugh, and coo, and smile every That goes and clucks like a little hen,
minute, and hardly had a chance to cry when And by baby language talks,
she was hurt, for the smile crept right over Like the crickets in the glen.
again. Bright they sparkle, little things,
By and by she learned to creep, and then Eyes they are, and shine like kings. And robes of flannel bright,
she could feel a little of her was useful to In the mother's bosom with delight.
her play. When she grew older, she also It is a very pleasant day, only it was rain- knew how to walk by people's hands, and as ing this morning. But now it has clear offed she grew older, on to six, did nothing but
talk baby talk all day. and the sun may shine a little brighter,
Her clean white dress was dirty every though nearly it's past time to go to church.
day. Either chocolate ice-cream was spilled Play it was! Dolly wears a cloak for a dress, and a necktie around her waist for a
over it, or her cup of milk had run down it, sash. But I, with a clean gingham apron
and so she did not have any of it. She lived on, sit writing to you. Dolly had a black with her Aunt. She was born with her
Mama, but her Mama had a little boy, so she spot on her face, and she had to be washed
couldn't take care of the baby, and she gave her face washed and put in a window to
. dry. Meanwhile, I played with a doll's pil- it to her Aunt.
When she grew older her Mama grew sick, low, dressed up and tied onto Minerva's body,
and she had to go with her Aunt, to see her. dressed nicely was my favorite. Please make some kisses when you write,
That time she was seven years old, and quite and fix them beneath the paper.
Fix them large for her age.
She spelt her name so at the bottom of the paper, it means, you but her Aunt taught her in such a funny way
funny. She'd never been taught to school, know. Make them have grinning faces, and tongues that stick ’way out, like those funny that I never knew what she meant if she
It sounded like German pictures you used to make for me. I think recited it to me.
or French, but it was really some of the a good deal of fun, and how I wish you were here to be here for Christmas! o, how I'd alphabet.
Then she went a-startin'. “Choo, choo, like to have you play a dance for me! The
choo!” the cars said as they jig-a-de-jiggled sky is gray, and mebbe it may rain. Good-by, from your little friend,
along, and “Ding, dong!” the bell rang, From you little sister, rather.
and last of all the whistle blew, “ Foo!'
At last they reached her Father's house.
NOVEMBER How greeted they were to find their little I couldn't write to you on the train, daughter safe at hand! Brother and Papa because there wasn't a scrap of paper in the and Mama all kiss her. She was glad, too, house, I was on the train when I remem, and so was Mama to see her dear old friend
again — Aunty. And, last of all, a great big with the dinner, 'cause Mr. and Mrs. Johnkiss from Papa, and Jane Maria, who had son were invited out that afternoon. It was taken care of her all the time, was glad to a bright and merry day. Mr. Johnson see her little tot back again, though she had enjoyed this day best of all his days. Mrs. taken care of her all the time her Mama was Johnson was glad to hear that, and I'm sick.
afraid I can
ot tell any more, for they won't Dear Buddie (this is continued), dear Bud- be time for four more stories I got to write die, and in the next letter she will be a you, dear “B-." young lady. I hope you are getting on very Now this is the next story. well. How is the Adirondacks? Is it happy This is a verse: for you? It's been a pleasant day all the Hurrah for the puppet show! day, but I thought it was raining and dreary,
High-ding-doe! too, this morning. Hope you will return
Listen while the merry tells !
While the children come pell-mell! safely to our home next spring, and how I
Hark! the cake is being eaten! wish to see you !
Do you think there will be time enough for
after tea? NOVEMBER 20.
Hark! Do you hear such a merry laughter, I went up to the church where you used
clatter? to crawl down when you were a little boy Such a merry tinkle, laughter? under the seats and look around.
Yet the laughter-fun goes on,
Studying in the mind of the children. Now I will write the rest of the story of
Now, the eyes are being shut! Bertha Kenworthy. In the quiet town where Now the clattering's ceasing ! she lived it was very pleasant. Now she
Listen while the soft kiss in the dark
Ceases. was a young lady and she had a Thanksgiving
All things quiet;
The puppets being gathered up. party once in her life. The Thanksgiving party was held on Thursday evening, a little
Now begin another story. while from her own birthday in October
SWING, BABY SWEET. days, when the golden leaves fell upon the Won't you come and swing with me, Birdie? Swing, ground. There was a great pile of leaves swing, baby, swing! Fear not of falling. While the gathered for the Thanksgiving party, cov
birdies rock to sleep you must rock in dozing. Think, ered thick with white snowflakes.
the dolly rocks and swings like you rock in cradle.
Swinging sweetly, rocking you up and down. That's At ten o'clock they gathered. It was the end of that story. real quite late; it was not very late, but she had never wakened up quite so early. Bertha was delighted with her new trial. surely. Hark! did you hear that bird singing in the
The sun has risen behind the hills. Dark no longer, She wore her fine red and white checked silk apple-boughs? Surely, they have beat the morning waist. She looked very fine, her blue eyes drum. Dress quickly! Join your allies. They are sparkling in the electric lights themselves calling, Playmate! Playmate!” They have called (Don't put “ themselves” in), her black silk to bobolink in the grass," Bobolink, come join us.
Listen! Hark! Among the breezes !
Some are skirt and her pretty black hair waving in the startled, some are sad! Some are happy, some are wind as she skipped along over the ground, bad! Listen! Quiet! Hark! the bulrush! There's to the next neighboring house. Stood side our playmate's golden curls. No more breezes join
their allies. Bobolink, hush your chattering. by side, Bertha's and the next house. And
She is safe and with a sneer. then her rosy lips chattering with whom she
Hush! The swinging dolls appear. Now, my darlplayed and cared for and loved dearly. ing, join your allies. They have called you, there you Gathering her heart together, she felt
Dancing, singing with the sunflowers. Listen,
hark, and then a chatter. They had ice-cream You must have that very soft and low, you know.] kindly and amused.
[Direction to amanuensis : and cake, chicken and venison. Delighted with her travel, bright Bertha Kenworthy. And her rally and fun was done. Bertha
This is a story. We call him Chip-pe-wee 'cause he crept into her bed.
was so small, and round, and furry. He was not a
pretty bird, or either handsome. One day a tiny brown Busy I hope you be, 'cause then it won't bird appeared at the window. “Sh!” we said. “ We take your mind with good times all the time. don't like birds that tease in summer. But he Your dear little sister.
squeaked and showed us the thick, heavy snow on the
ground. “ It was in April,” he seemed to say, " and NOVEMBER 24.
they's no way with that heavy blanket.” We knew DEAR MR. BUDDIE:
what he said, and he said politely: “ If I'll sing a Mr. and Mrs. Johnson were going to have pretty, song, will you?”. We nodded our heads and
said, Yes, dear little birdie, you are." Chip-pe-weo Thanksgiving dinner in a hurry. They was
was our friend ever afterwards. I can't tell this story no chance to stop, but the maid had to hurry any more, I dare.
ANOTHER KIND OF A SWING.
A ELEKANT KIND OF A SWING.
“Lilliput” had been ill, and when a letter to It was a elekant kind of a swing.
Brother was proposed, she said she would
all gone out of her head."
JANUARY 1, 1899.
I went outdoors today. It's a lovely day.
Uncle Frank is very fat. We played domi-
noes, dumb Crambo, and Jenkins up! the With their soft cushioned bills.
first night he came. Then merry hearts grow freer
This is a story.
Tommy's Visit” it's On the merry children brows.
Tommy was called to a wonderful tea in the shoeThis afternoon is Sunday. It's very de- maker's shop man that made shoes, you know. lightful, but I can not go out. This after- Tommy accepted it in great joy, though he was willing noon I dressed up. I put on Mama's skirt to go for one day:-, I meant to say he loved his Papa
and Mama very dearly and he was willing to go for one and her old plaid waist; waltzed up and down day. There he stood, with coffee boiling on his little stairs.
gas stove, with a big white cup and saucer on the table, Mr. Harrison* leaves crackers out of as big as the coffee pot's stove, at least. their
Tommy was very happy till dinner came. Then the boxes, sometimes, nearly on the
old shoemaker said, “ I forgot you'm coming” (he was floor - on top of the boxes and I
colored, you know), “ and have not a cupfull. Go up get the crackers and we put them in Mamie'st to old Granny and get one. When you get up there, coat pocket, and eat them. I found in Har- you'll find Granny a white woman. rison's a red prune a pink prune.
All right,” said Tommy. Granny accepted him
gave him a tiny cup and saucer. . Well, good-by, I wrote a letter to Santa Claus the other Mr. Shoemaker,” said Tommy, " I must go home now. day. I told him I would like a dollie who
Good-by. Your loving little friend. dresses in baby style. Too, I would like a little dollie's bed in the set of furniture I
JANUARY 29. would like. I would like a little go-cart; don't
How are you? I write here on a sofa in you know, these half like a baby carriage.
Miss G-'s room, with a great heavy
I went to church this would like a little doll's bureau, a pair of afghan over me.
is going to take my mittens, one big, lovely paper doll, and morning. Miss G that's all.
picture asleep to send you. I must tell a I'm so sorry you're sick. [To amanuen
story. sis: Say it in that kind of a tone, you
OUR FRIENDS THAT CANNOT TALK. know.] I'm glad you're getting better.
These (shown in a magazine picture) are our friends ['Cause I do want to see him; I really want that cannot talk, and belong in the eighteenth volume to see him. He made such funny plays.] in the right hand poplar's dictionary. I'll tell you a story now.
The friends had not eyes, or mouth, or nose, but
dressed in finest warm brown silk, and dwelt in a brown Far, far away,
shell house, near a large barn, where Mr. Spinley's In the pleasant Land of Play”I
children often picked them and liked to eat the kernels 0, how the happy little people live in “ the from inside. Now guess these pretty friends of mine. pleasant Land of Play”!
The sweet beechnuts!
And so I must say “good-by" to this
story, and maybe find another one that will 0, dear me!
This is Katie, taking her bath;
Here is Jack and Mary, playing at blocks;
This is Rosamund sturdy, pouring tea;
This is Nellie, going for a walk;
This is Helen, going to church;
And here comes our Bertha, learning her lessons ;
This is our Tommy-he sings in the choir ;
This is our Ralphy, talking and waiting for dinner.
Sherbet, Angelica, Emma, and Rose;
And last of all are Anna. Dear Brother, good-by.
Then comes sweet Lilian, dressed in a frock,
Ready for her evening walk. +Mamie, aged twelve when this letter was dictated, Here comes Rita, scowling in dismay; is “ Lilliput's” sister.
This is Bartholomew, walking in the park ; [This verse is full of the spirit of Robert Louis He thinks he will rest, and eat a tart. Stevenson's“ Child's Garden of Verses, Lilliput's Here's Willie and Carol, Nannie and Kate, best-loved book.
Ruth and Harold, Elinor and Jack.
Her's Alice and Mary, and Sarah and Lute,
FEBRUARY And Emilie and Douglas, and all are complete. It has been raining this morning, and So shall I send you a sweet little tale
cleared off this afternoon. Ends with our Douglas, a smiling face he.
We have a club. It is a very nice one. Your loving little sis.
I will tell you now about it. We have eight
FEBRUARY 22. people. Miss G— is one, myself is two, There's been a great big snowstorm. Once Lilian [a cousin] is three, Marnie is four, it was seven below Zero in the afternoon. Annalena is five (she's my doll, you know). We are very comfortable in the house. This Miss P- is six, Auntie -'s seven, Aunt afternoon we waxed maple sugar, and Mamie M—'s eight. We have a lovely, lovely had the stomach-ache, and me, too. The time about it, 'cause it is a missionary club. fire is going and I'm very hot. I'm lying I have thirteen cents in my mite box; Mamie on the lounge to write this letter, in Miss hasn't any. G -'s room.
Last Sunday we had a meeting that was I went down town on the sled and got my just beautiful. We voted for President, sleeve all full of snow once or twice, and Vice-President, Secretary, and Treasurer. had to stop to take off my mittens to shake That left three members of the club. Annait out.
lena* has not joined yet. This Sunday she This morning we had a tea-party. Nobody sat up and sang with us - as well as I could. but Emily* and I were in the house, and “Bringing in the Sheaves" she sang. Sitonly the dolls and Emily came. Pug was ting on the stool, she sat in front of us. there; Bun, Polly Wogg, Dinah Wogg, and You know, I'm going to earn pennies by Mamie Lucy Wogg, and Martha Lilian Wogg, dusting Miss G-'s chairs. and Annalena Wogg. It was in Aunt I'll read you this story now: M—-'s room, by the fireplace, with the stool with the pillow on it for a table. I and Annalena sat on a pillow at one end, and
One night a man was dreaming in a corner of his
house, when he heard a little noise within his room, Bunnie and Mamie Lucy sat on a pillow. where he hastened to destroy it. But when he went, Bun had a sheet, I forgot to say, and didn't he felt nothing in the dark. But Fairy Bubble, of Holhave part of the pillow. Poll and Pug had land, went straight back to her Holland home, in the a blanket, Dinah and Martha Lilian had a
Land of Flop-Doodle-Do, where witches dance all night
with a skip and a bump and a jump. fine pillow, and we ate crackers, apple, pop
On the way a scattering bubble she threw, like shincorn. We had the pop-corn for dessert. ing diamonds, and looked like icicles as they dashed.
Dear Buddie, come home quick and hear And now and then the sun it flashed, and 'melted it the Just-So Stories” of Kipling. They're away. Or perhaps the wind had blown it to a farther
part away. very, very, very funny -- about the whale,
With feathered hat, and gown, and pink silk sash, and the camel, and the rhinoceros.
and brown as nuts her pretty hair, with braided queues flowed down her back — pretty Holland Fairy Bubble.
But when the sunlight touched the diamond, her gown "Gladys,” said her Mother, “ you must study your threw back, and rosy cheek turned white and pale. lesson."
O, pretty Fairy Bubble! And so good-by, my Fairy Said Gladys: “I can't tell it from B, but Dolly can.
Bubble, and I hope to meet you again. She can from Z up to A, of the 1, 2, 3. And, Dolly, Good-by, dear Buddie. then she said, turning her twisted head, Dolly, come Your loving little sister. and do it.” Dolly shook her curls and said: “Yes, Mama, I do
JUNE — it.” Then she took her to her little desk, and planted
The birds have laid six eggs, and it's awful her on a chair, and, putting a pin within her hand, she did her lessons well, with Kipling marks in everything. funny, because the papa bird cleans house. The Kipling marks are just little things like this.
There are lots of roses. I've got a bush, (Quotation marks.] I thought Buddie would know that. and they's a big bed of Aunty's - red, white,
But pretty soon the Mama said: “ Are your lessons and pink, and pink-and-white ones. done?” And then she came and had the curls combed
Miss G took one to a poor old organwith many tears and snarls, but after a while the deed was done, and Dolly, once relieved, was dressed in tiny woman. white frock and set upon the pillows, while she had to Today is Children's Day. I've been, this do her lessons over again on the slate. And Dolly morning, to Miss G
's church; tonight then was 'vited for bread and milk to eat. 0, but alas! alas! What is our maid a-weeping so in tears? But I'm going to my own church. Dolly's head is cracked in two, but what will worse be Now I'll tell you a story. (Aside): It happening?
seems kind of silly, my letters do. Good-by, dear Buddie.
sort o' babyish, the words do, and not good *The colored maid.
*A large rag doll,
HOW DOLLY CAN DO BETTER THAN CHILDREN CAN.