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The Blue Jar | 5 |
The Basket Woman | 15 |
The Sea Voyage | 39 |
The Changeling | 49 |
The Inquisitive Girl | 69 |
The Little Blue Bag | 81 |
Rosamond, a little girl about seven years of age, was walking with hermother in the streets of London. As she passed along she looked in atthe windows of several shops, and saw a great variety of different sortsof things, of which she did not know the use or even the names. Shewished to stop to look at them, but there was a great number of peoplein the streets, and a great many carts, carriages, and wheelbarrows, andshe was afraid to let go her mother's hand.
'Oh, mother, how happy I should be,' she said, as she passed a toy-shop,'if I had all these pretty things!'
'What, all! Do you wish for them all, Rosamond?'
'Yes, mother, all.'
As she spoke they came to a milliner's shop, the windows of which weredecorated with ribands and lace and festoons of artificial flowers.
'Oh mother, what beautiful roses! Won't you buy some of them?'
'No, my dear.'
'Why?'
'Because I don't want them, my dear.'
They went a little farther, and came to another shop, which caughtRosamond's eye. It was a jeweller's shop, and in it were a great manypretty baubles, ranged in drawers behind gl