Part 3
_Mother Goose._ I am pleased to see you, Mother Hubbard. I hear that your cupboard is no longer bare and empty, and I am very glad you are able to give your poor dog all the bones a good dog should have. Now for our tea. Shall I put two or three lumps in your cup?
_Mother Hubbard._ Three, please. I like my tea very sweet. And now tell me, Mother Goose, what is the reason you sent for me to-day?
_Mother Goose._ Well, I am going to give a party and I wish to ask your advice.
_Mother Hubbard._ Indeed! Whom do you think of inviting?
_Mother Goose._ First, the dear Old Woman who lives in the shoe--
_Mother Hubbard._ What! and all her children?
_Mother Goose._ No, only the two eldest. You know the party is for my son Jack, too, and we must have the young people as well as their parents. Old King Cole will come and bring his fiddlers three to play for the young folks who dance.
_Mother Hubbard._ I hope you won't invite Tom the Piper's Son, or My Son John as his mother calls him,--or Humpty-Dumpty. They are not good boys for your son Jack to play with!
_Mother Goose._ I suppose not; but I like them all, and I dislike to leave out anyone. I don't wish to hurt their feelings.
_Mother Hubbard._ There are little Bo-Peep and Boy Blue, who are good children, although rather silly; and there are little Miss Muffet and Nancy Etticoat, both very pretty little girls; and there are Jacky Horner and Tommy Tucker and the Man-in-the-Moon and Taffey and Daffey-Down-Dilly and--
_Mother Goose._ I'll have to give a garden party if I invite all those! I can't leave any out, and I think I'll have the party out-of-doors.
_Mother Hubbard._ That will be fine! I only hope it will be a pleasant day. When will you give it?
_Mother Goose._ Two weeks from to-day, the first of May.
_Mother Hubbard._ That's May Day and a very good day for a party out-of-doors. Well I must go home now. Good-by! If I can help you, please call upon me.
_Mother Goose._ Thank you, Mother Hubbard! Good-by, and thank you again for coming over.
SCENE IV.--_At the Party_
_Mother Hubbard._ What a lovely day you have for your party, Mother Goose! The sun shines so bright and warm, and the flowers are lovely. Is there anything I can do?
_Mother Goose._ No, thank you. I'm glad you came early. Have you seen the tables?
_Mother Hubbard._ They are lovely! Where did you get such pretty flowers?
_Mother Goose._ From Mistress Mary, quite contrary. You know she has a garden
With cockle shells, and silver bells, And pretty maids all in a row.
_Mother Hubbard._ I see some one coming.
_Mother Goose._ Why, how do you do, A-Dillar-a-Dollar! Are you always in such good time?
_A-Dillar-a-Dollar._ I'm afraid not, Mrs. Goose. They call me
A ten o'clock scholar, Why did you come so soon? You used to come at ten o'clock, And now you come at noon!
_Mother Goose._ And here comes Mary with her little lamb. Do you like the lamb better than a Teddy Bear, Mary?
_Mary._ Yes, indeed, I do. Because the lamb loves me, you know.
It followed me to school one day, Which was against the rule; It made the children laugh and play, To see the lamb at school.
_Mother Goose._ Here comes the Old Woman who lives in a shoe, and her two oldest boys. Dear Mrs. Shoe-woman, I am very glad to see you! How did you leave all of your children?
_Mrs. Shoe-woman._ Oh, dear, Mother Goose! I have so many children I don't know what to do: when they are naughty I give them some broth without any bread, and whip them all soundly and put them to bed.
_Mother Goose._ Here are all the children coming to the party! Come, children, let us have a dance. All stand around the Maypole as I call your names:
Little Miss Muffet and Boy Blue;
Little Bo-Peep and Jacky Horner;
Nancy Etticoat and Jack-be-nimble;
Mary and the little Boy who lives in the Lane.
All take ribbons and stand around the Maypole. Are you all ready?
_Children._ Yes, Mother Goose, we are all ready when the music begins.
_Mother Goose._ Old King Cole, will you have your three fiddlers play for the dance?
_King Cole._ With pleasure, dear Mother Goose--and I'll sing:
Hey diddle, diddle! the cat and the fiddle; The cow jumped over the moon; The little dog laughed to see such craft, And the dish ran away with the spoon.
_Children_ (_sing_).
Old King Cole was a merry old soul; And a merry old soul was he; He called for his pipe and he called for his bowl, And he called for his fiddlers three.
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_Mother Goose._ These are very good songs, but they will not do for a Maypole dance. Here, Little Tommy Tucker, sing for your supper.
_Tommy Tucker._ All right, Mother Goose.
Handy Spandy, Jack-a-dandy, Loved plum cake and sugar candy; He bought some at a grocer's shop, And out he came, hop, hop, hop.
_Children._
Little Tommy Tucker, sings for his supper; What shall he eat? White bread and butter; How shall he eat it without any knife? How shall he marry without any wife?
[_Dance about the Maypole._]
_Mother Goose._ Why, who can that man be? He is tumbling down in a very queer way! Who are you?
_Man._
I'm the Man in the Moon, Come down too soon To ask the way to Norwich. I went by the south, And burnt my mouth, Eating cold pease-porridge.
Are Jack and Jill here?
_Jack._ Here I am, Mr. Moon-Man.
_Jill._ Oh, dear Mr. Moon-Man, where is your dog and your bundle of sticks?
_Jack._ Tell us what the children play in your country, the Moon!
_Children._ Please do, Mr. Moon-Man!
_Moon-Man._ Well, children, I can tell you how they learn to count. They all say--
One, two; buckle my shoe; Three, four; shut the door; Five, six; pick up sticks;
and then they all pick up sticks and put them on the fire.
_Tom._ I don't think that is much fun!
_Children._ Of course you don't. You don't like sticks.
Tom, Tom, the Piper's Son, Stole a pig and away he run! The pig was eat, And Tom was beat, And Tom ran roaring down the street!
_Mistress Mary._ Now, children, let us sit in a circle and play games and sing songs. Little Bo-Peep, you may sing your little song first.
_Little Bo-Peep._
Little Bo-Peep, she lost her sheep, And doesn't know where to find them;
_Children._
Leave them alone and they will come home Bringing their tails behind them.
_Mistress Mary._ Now Jack and Jill--
_Jack and Jill._ Shall we go up the hill to get a pail of water?
_Children._
Jack and Jill went up the hill To get a pail of water. Jack fell down and broke his crown, And Jill came tumbling after.
_Boys._
Up Jack got and home did trot As fast as he could caper; He went to bed to mend his head, With vinegar and brown paper.
_Girls._
Jill came in and she did grin, To see his paper plaster; Her mother, vexed, did spank her next For laughing at Jack's disaster.
_Mistress Mary._ Now, I'll sing a song and then help Mother Goose with the supper. [_Sings._]
Sing a song a sixpence, Pocket full of rye; Four-and-twenty blackbirds Baked in a pie. When the pie was opened The birds began to sing, Wasn't that a dainty dish To set before the king?
_Mother Goose._ Now I must have some children to help me.
_Jack Goose._ I'll take the bean porridge hot and bean porridge cold, mother, and Tommy Tucker can go with me and pass the white bread and butter.
_Mother Goose._ That's my good Jack. Now Tom the Piper's Son may take the roast pig and Mary may pass the Banbury cross buns.
_Miss Muffet._ Dear Mother Goose, may I pass the curds and whey?
_Mother Goose._ Yes, my dear child, but be careful not to spill any. Then for the last course Jack Horner will pass the Christmas pie and give every child a big fat plum.
_Children_ (_sing_).
Little Jacky Horner Sitting in a corner Eating a Christmas pie He put in his thumb And pulled out a plum And said--What a great boy am I?
_Old King Cole._ Mother Goose, you have given us a beautiful party and we have had a lovely time. We hope you will live to give many more to your friends and the children.
_Children._ Yes, Mother Goose, your party was just lovely!
_Mother Goose._ Thank you, dear children.
_King Cole._ Now, little folks, let us sing a good-by song to Mother Goose.
_The girls_ (_bowing to King Cole_).
The king was in the counting room, Counting out his money.
_The boys_ (_bowing to Mother Goose_).
The queen was in the parlor, Eating bread and honey.
_All._
The maid was in the garden
(_To Mistress Mary_)
Hanging out the clothes, Along came a blackbird And nipped off her nose!
_Mother Goose._ And that story means that night is coming and putting the day to sleep.
_King Cole._ So it does, and you see the sun is fast going down behind the western hills. Say good-by, children, for it is time to go home.
_Children._ Good night, Mother Goose.
_Mother Goose._ Good night, dear children, and don't forget your old Mother Goose.
_Children._ Forget dear Mother Goose? Never! Good-by, good-by!
_Mother Goose._ Good-by.
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LITTLE TWO-EYES
PERSONS IN THE PLAY--MOTHER, LITTLE ONE-EYE, LITTLE TWO-EYES, LITTLE THREE-EYES, LITTLE OLD WOMAN, TREE, PRINCE, GOAT
SCENE I.--_Dining Room at Little Two-Eyes' Home_
_Mother._ Come to dinner, little One-Eye and little Three-Eyes. Here is some good soup and white bread for you. Little Two-Eyes, you can have what your sisters do not want.
_Little Three-Eyes._ Here's a crust for you. That is enough for a girl with only two eyes.
_Little One-Eye._ What a shame to have a sister with two eyes! You look just like other people! Little Three-Eyes and I are very different.
_Little Three-Eyes._ Here little Two-Eyes, take this bowl. I don't want any more and you can have what is left.
_Mother._ Now, children, run away and play. Little Two-Eyes, take the goat and go out to the hillside. You must stay till it begins to get dark, and then you may come home. You must work, because you have two eyes like other people, but my little One-Eye and Three-Eyes may stay at home and play.
SCENE II.--_On the Hillside_
_Little Two-Eyes._ Come, little goat, here is some green grass for you to eat. I wish that my sisters loved me and that my mother was not ashamed of me. Oh, why do I have two eyes just like all other people? I am so hungry, Oh, dear! Oh, dear! (_Cries._)
_Wood Fairy._ My child, why do you cry?
_Little Two-Eyes._ Because I have only two eyes, and my mother and my sisters treat me badly. I don't have enough to eat and I am so hungry. My dress is old, and my sisters have nice dresses and pretty ribbons. But who are you?
_Wood Fairy._ I am the little Old Woman who lives on this hill. I have come to help you. Listen, little Two-Eyes! You need never be hungry again. Say to your little goat:
Little goat, bleat! Little table, rise!
Then a table will rise before you with all the food you can eat. When you have finished eating, you must say:
Little goat, bleat! Little table, away!
and it will disappear before your eyes. Good-by, dear little Two-Eyes. I must go now, but remember what I have told you.
_Little Two-Eyes._ Why, where has that queer looking little woman gone? I am so hungry I'll try now if what she said can be true.
Little goat, bleat! Little table, rise!
_Goat._ Bla-a! Bla-a! Bla-a!
_Little Two-Eyes._ Oh, look, little goat! what a pretty table! and how good the food looks. Now we shall have all we want to eat. Here is something for you, and here are oranges and meat and pudding for me! Dear little woman! How can I thank her? Now I can eat no more.
Little goat, bleat! Little table, away!
_Goat._ Bla-a! Bla-a! Bla-a!
_Little Two-Eyes._ There, it is gone. Aren't we happy, little goat? But see, it is time to go home. Come, little goat.
SCENE III.--_At Home_
_Mother._ Here, little Two-Eyes, here are the crusts your sisters saved for you.
_Two-Eyes._ Thank you, mother, but I don't care for any crusts. I'm not hungry.
_Mother._ Not care for them? You are not hungry? You have always eaten them before now and asked for more! You didn't eat any supper last night, either. What does this mean? What did you have to eat to-day?
_Two-Eyes._ I cannot tell you, mother.
_Mother._ You cannot? Then, little One-Eye, you shall go to the hillside with little Two-Eyes and find out why she is no longer hungry.
_Little One-Eye._ I don't want to go! The walk is too long, and I shall get tired!
_Mother._ Just this once, my dear! You will not have to go again. But we must learn the secret.
_Little Two-Eyes._ Come, sister. Come, little goat.
SCENE IV.--_The Hillside_
_Little Two-Eyes._ Now we are almost there. Are you tired, little One-Eye?
_Little One-Eye._ Oh! I am so tired, and my feet hurt so I can hardly walk.
_Little Two-Eyes._ I have to walk this far every day.
_Little One-Eye._ Yes, but you have two eyes like other people and you must expect to work. I cannot go any farther. I'll lie down here and rest.
_Little Two-Eyes._ I'll sing you a pretty song:
Are you awake, little One-Eye? Are you asleep, little One-Eye?
Yes, you are asleep, little One-Eye, and now I can have my dinner.
Little goat, bleat! Little table, rise!
_Goat._ Bla-a! Bla-a! Bla-a!
_Little Two-Eyes._ Here is the little table again! Oh, how thankful I am for the good food. Dear little old woman, you are very good to send me such nice things to eat. Here is some for you, little goat. Now I have had enough.
Little goat, bleat! Little table, away!
There, it is gone. Little One-Eye, wake up! It is time to go home.
_Little One-Eye._ Did I go to sleep?
_Little Two-Eyes._ Indeed, you did, and now we must hurry home. Come, little goat!
SCENE V.--_At Home_
_Mother._ Well, little One-Eye, tell us what you have seen. Why doesn't little Two-Eyes eat the food we have for her?
_Little One-Eye._ I don't know, mother. The way was so long and I was so tired; I fell asleep; and when I woke up it was time to come home.
_Mother._ It was a hard walk for you, my dear; but we must find out who is giving little Two-Eyes something to eat. To-morrow you must go, little Three-Eyes.
_Little Three-Eyes._ I'll find out, mother. If anyone dares to give food to little Two-Eyes, I'll tell you all about it.
_Mother._ Yes, my dear, I know you won't go to sleep. I can trust you to find out everything.
SCENE VI.--_On the Hillside_
_Little Two-Eyes._ Come, sister, we must go on, for it is a long way to the top of the hill.
_Little Three-Eyes._ I'm not going any farther, I'm too tired! I'll rest a little here.
_Little Two-Eyes._ All right, little Three-Eyes. I'll sing you a song.
Are you awake, little Three-Eyes? Are you asleep, little Two-Eyes?
Yes, you are asleep, and now I'll have my dinner.
Little goat, bleat! Little table, rise!
_Goat._ Bla-a! Bla-a! Bla-a!
_Little Two-Eyes._ Here is our dinner again, little goat. See this fresh lettuce and cabbage and good bread and butter. Here is some honey, too, and cake. Isn't this a good dinner?
Little goat, bleat! Little table, away!
_Goat._ Bla-a, bla-a, bla-a!
_Little Two-Eyes._ Now it is gone. Three-Eyes, wake up! It is time home.
_Little Three-Eyes._ How long I have slept! What will my mother say? But I think I have a surprise for you, little Two-Eyes!
SCENE VII.--_At Home_
_Mother._ Well, little Three-Eyes, did you go to sleep, too?
_Little Three-Eyes._--Yes, mother, but only with two eyes. Little Two-Eyes sang to me,
"Are you awake, little Three-Eyes? Are you asleep, little Two-Eyes?"
and so two of my eyes went to sleep, but one stayed awake and watched.
_Mother._ What did you see? Tell me quickly, dear little Three-Eyes.
_Little Three-Eyes._ First she said,
"Little goat, bleat! Little table, rise!"
and the goat said, "Bla-a, bla-a, bla-a!" Then a table came up out of the ground. Oh! it was such a pretty little table with a white cloth over it and all kinds of good things on it. No wonder little Two-Eyes doesn't eat any of our common food. It isn't good enough for her! She has food fit for a queen,--nuts and cake, and candy, too!
_Mother._ So that is why little Two-Eyes doesn't eat the crusts we save for her! Well, I'll see if she is going to have better food, than we have. Bring me the long sharp knife.
[_Goes out and soon returns._]
There, now the goat is dead. Little Two-Eyes, perhaps you'll eat the food we give you now!
_Little Two-Eyes._ Oh, my poor little goat! What shall I do without it!
_Mother._ Go to bed, and to-morrow morning you shall go to the hillside alone. And you must stay there all day, too.
SCENE VIII.--_On the Hillside_
_Little Two-Eyes._ Oh, dear! Oh, dear! my poor goat is dead! Now I shall be hungry and lonely too! Where shall I go, and what can I do?
_Little Wood Fairy._ Little Two-Eyes, why are you weeping?
_Little Two-Eyes._ Because my mother has killed my poor goat, and she has sent me here to stay all alone, and I am so hungry and thirsty again.
_Little Wood Fairy._ Little Two-Eyes, let me tell you what to do. Ask your sisters to give you the heart of your goat. Bury it in the ground before the house door. Watch, and to-morrow a wonderful tree will come up out of the ground.
_Little Two-Eyes._ Thank you, dear little woman! I'll go home and do as you have told me.
SCENE IX.--_At Home_
_Little Two-Eyes._ Little One-Eye and little Three-Eyes, please let me have the heart of my goat!
_One-Eye._ Certainly, if that is all you want.
_Three-Eyes._ Here it is, but I don't see what you want it for!
_Little Two-Eyes_ (_goes to door_). Now I'll plant it as the little woman told me. I wonder what kind of a tree will appear to-morrow? Poor little goat, I'm so sorry you have gone! Now I must go into the house and try to sleep.
SCENE X.--_In the Garden_
_Little One-Eye._ Mamma, mamma, look here! Come quickly! Isn't this a wonderful tree!
_Mother._ Why, how strange! This tree was not here yesterday. I wonder how it came! I never saw such a beautiful tree before!
_Little One-Eye._ Do you see the golden apples on it? O mamma! may we have some? Please, mother!
_Mother._ Yes, dear little One-Eye. You are the oldest, climb up into the tree and pick some golden apples for us.
_One-Eye._ That will be fun. Here I go!
_Mother._ Why don't you get the apples, little One-Eye?
_Little One-Eye._ They all get away from me. When I try to pick one it springs back!
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_Mother._ Come down, little One-Eye. Now little Three-Eyes, you can see better with your three eyes, than your sister with her one eye. You may climb up and get some apples for us.
_Little Three-Eyes._ I'll pick a lot of them and throw them down for you to catch. Why, how funny they act! I almost get one and it always springs away!
_Mother._ Come down and let me try. I never heard of fruit that would not be picked. Now children, I'll get some of the lovely apples for you. There! Why, what is the matter? I can't reach a single apple.
_Little Two-Eyes._ Let me try; perhaps I can pick some.
_Mother._ You, with your two eyes! How can you expect to get them if we can't?
_Little Two-Eyes._ Please let me try, mother.
_Mother._ Well, I suppose you can try, but I know you can't get them.
_Two-Eyes._ Here they are. Catch them, mother; catch them, little One-Eye! Oh, mother! I see a young man on horseback coming along the road. He looks like a prince.
_Mother._ Hurry down, little Two-Eyes! He must not see you,--a girl with two eyes! I'm ashamed of you. Hide under this barrel!
[_The prince rides up._]
_Prince._ Good morning, ladies, what a lovely tree you have here! She who gives me a branch shall have whatever she wishes.
_Little One-Eye._ The tree is ours, Great Prince; but when we try to get its fruit, it slips away from us.
_Prince._ It is strange, if the tree belongs to you, that you cannot get the fruit! But where do these apples come from?
_Little Three-Eyes._ We have another sister, but she has only two eyes and we are ashamed of her; so we hid her under this barrel, and she has rolled the apples out to you.
_Prince._ Little Two-Eyes, come out. Can you get me a branch from this wonderful tree?
_Little Two-Eyes._ Yes, Prince; here is a branch with many golden apples on it.
_Prince._ And what is your wish, little Two-Eyes?
_Little Two-Eyes._ O Prince! My mother and my sisters are ashamed of me and do not treat me well. They do not give me enough to eat and they do not like to have me near them. Please take me away where I can be happy and free!
_Prince._ Come with me, little Two-Eyes; you shall go to my father's palace and be a little princess. There you will be happy and free and never be hungry or lonely again.
THE DAYS OF THE WEEK
THE WEEK--MONDAY, TUESDAY, WEDNESDAY, THURSDAY, FRIDAY, SATURDAY, SUNDAY
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_Monday._ Well, I am glad to be here at last. Certainly my work is very important. As the first working day of the week, I begin all business; and I have always heard that if a thing is well begun, it is half done. People call me Moon-day--isn't that a pretty name, the day of the moon? How beautiful the moon is, riding in her silver chariot across the dark blue sky! I am proud of my name. The moon is constantly changing and I like change. I like brightness and cleanliness too, and good housewives wash their clothes on Monday. How white and clean they look hanging on the line! The sun and wind play hide and seek and help to cleanse the clothes. School begins on Monday and the little children run and laugh on their way to school. Every one seems happy that another week has begun.
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_Tuesday._ I am named for Tui, the god of war. In the countries of the north I am greatly honored by all the people. Soldiers when going to war call on Tui for help, and they like to begin a battle on Tuesday. Monday likes to begin work, but I like to make some progress. The children always know their lessons better on Tuesday, and are happier than on Monday. The white clothes are sprinkled and rolled, and now the maids iron the pretty baby dresses and the house linen. They sing and laugh over their work. The world is all running smoothly on Tuesday, and I think I like my work the best.
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