{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_24117/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_24117","id":"gutenberg_24117","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/24117","summary":null,"tags":["Alphabets","Category: Children & Young Adult Reading","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Children's poetry","Children's stories","Fairy tales","Nursery rhymes"],"text":"Produced by Jacqueline Jeremy, Janet Blenkinship and the\nOnline Distributed Proofreading Team at https://www.pgdp.net\n(This file was produced from images generously made\navailable by The Internet Archive/American Libraries.)\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n  =A=\n\n  APPLE PIE\n\n  AND\n\n  OTHER NURSERY TALES.\n\n  [Illustration: THE CATS' TEA PARTY.]\n\n\n\n\n  =A=\n\n  APPLE PIE\n\n  AND\n\n  OTHER NURSERY TALES.\n\n\n  _FORTY-EIGHT PAGES OF ILLUSTRATIONS_\n\n\n  PRINTED IN COLOURS BY\n  KRONHEIM & Co.\n\n\n\n  LONDON AND NEW YORK:\n  GEORGE ROUTLEDGE AND SONS.\n\n\n\n\n  _CONTENTS._\n\n\n  A APPLE PIE.\n\n  THE CATS' TEA PARTY.\n\n  THIS LITTLE PIG WENT TO MARKET.\n\n  NURSERY RHYMES. II.\n\n  THE THREE BEARS.\n\n  LITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.\n\n\n\n\n  THE HISTORY OF\n\n  =A=\n\n  APPLE PIE.\n\n\n\n  A Apple Pie.\n\n  B Bit it.\n\n  C Cut it.\n\n  [Illustration: THE HISTORY OF A APPLE PIE.\n\n  A Apple Pie.  B bit it. C cut it.]\n\n  [Illustration: D dealt it. E eat it. F fought for it.]\n\n  D Dealt it.\n\n  E Eat it.\n\n  F Fought for it.\n\n  G Got it.\n\n  H Hid it.\n\n  J Joined it.\n\n  [Illustration: G got it.   H hid it. J joined it.]\n\n  [Illustration: K kept it. L longed for it. M mourned for it.]\n\n  K Kept it.\n\n  L Longed for it.\n\n  M Mourned for it.\n\n  N Nodded at it.\n\n  O Opened it.\n\n  P Peeped at it.\n\n  [Illustration: N nodded at it. O opened it. P peeped at it.]\n\n  [Illustration: Q quartered it. R ran for it. S stole it.]\n\n  Q Quartered it.\n\n  R Ran for it.\n\n  S Stole it.\n\n  T Took it.\n\n  V Viewed it.\n\n  W Wanted it.\n\n  [Illustration: T took it. V viewed it. W wanted it.]\n\n  [Illustration: X Y Z & Amperse and All wished for a piece in hand.]\n\n  X Y Z &\n\n  Amperse and\n\n  All wished for\n\n  A piece in hand.\n\n\n\n\nMISS PUSSYCAT'S TEA\nPARTY.\n\n\n[Illustration: THE CATS' TEA PARTY. Jacko the Monkey is sent with the\ninvitations.]\n\n[Illustration: Mr. Velvet-Purr and other visitors arrive at Miss\nTabitha's.]\n\nMiss Tabitha Pussycat was a quiet, sleek, old creature, and was so prim,\nthat her friends called her an old maid; and some of them even said that\nshe was an old cat, but they were the people who were not asked to her\nnice tea parties. When she gave a tea party, she sent her page Jacko to\ninvite her friends. Jacko was a clever monkey, who had come from his\nlast place at the Zoological Gardens, where he had been used to see a\ngreat deal of company.\n\nOne day Miss Tabitha made up her mind to have a larger party than usual,\nso she sent out for a dish of pink shrimps, a bag of muffins, a\ntea-cake, a new French loaf, and a pound of fresh butter. Then she sent\nJacko out in his new coat to invite her friends.\n\nFirst, there was Mr. Velvet Purr, a quiet old bachelor, who sat nearly\nall day in the sun on a garden seat watching the birds, but who was much\ntoo well fed to catch mice. Miss Velveteen Purr, his sister, went with\nhim, she was a very pretty singer, wore a fur tippet, and drank a good\ndeal of milk to soften her voice.\n\nSir Claude Scratch was a very different person. He was proud of his\nhigh family, for his father was second cousin to Dick Whittington's Cat,\nand had seen a great deal of the world. Sir Claude was very proud of his\nwhiskers, and before he went to the tea party, he called on Frizzle\nFrog, the barber, to be shaved. While he sat there, with the towel under\nhis chin, who should look in, but his friend Captain Black, a very\nfierce looking fellow, who had killed hundreds of rats, and was always\nready to fight. He was a great favourite of the ladies, and said he\nwould go to tea though he had not been invited.\n\n[Illustration: Sir Claude Scratch calls on Frizzle Frog the barber, and\nwhile he is being shaved, Captain Black drops in.]\n\nThe four Misses White were already on their way to Miss Pussycat's house\nin their clean stockings, and the nice silky dresses that their mother\nhad given them. Old Mrs. White lived at the baker's round the corner,\nand her daughters' names were Fluffy, Tibby, Titty, and Tip; all of them\nfamous for their beautiful skins and their bright eyes. You may be sure\nthat the four Masters Tortoise Shell were waiting for them, for they had\nbeen ready all the afternoon, with their tail-coats on, for the purpose\nof walking with these charming young ladies. They were very young\ngentlemen, so that they were quite proud at being asked.\n\nIt was a very grand tea table, and when all the party sat down it was\nmore than Jacko could do to wait upon them,--but the gentlemen handed\nthe tea to the ladies, and picked out the largest shrimps for the Misses\nWhite, and nearly emptied the cream jug for Miss Velvet Purr, and helped\nthemselves to muffins, and were very merry indeed.\n\nCaptain Black was so attentive that he would hand round the bread and\nbutter. He took the plate from under the very nose of Sir Claude\nScratch, which made that person so angry, that nothing but a smile from\nMiss Tabitha would please him.\n\n[Illustration: Miss Velvet-Purr sings a song, which is much admired.]\n\nAfter tea Miss Purr was asked to sing, and when she had taken another\nsip of milk she said she would give them an old song with variations.\nIt was called Moll Rowdy, and the accompaniment was by Spitz, and\neverybody said that there never was anything more striking. Then Miss\nTabitha, who had a very fine ear, gave them a little French song which\nhad a chorus of Tant Mieux, and they all joined in, Captain Black and\nMr. Velvet Purr singing the bass. Then the Captain told a story of his\ntravels to the Isle of Dogs, and Sir Claude related an adventure at St.\nKitts, which set them all laughing.\n\nBut the great fun of the evening was when the four Masters Tortoise\nShell, whose names were Bobstay, Rattle, Clipper, and Dick, came into\nthe room with great white collars and black faces, and began to sing\nlike the Ethiopian Serenaders. Bobstay played the Fiddle, Rattle the\nBones, Clipper the Banjo, and Dick the Tambourine, when they sang \"Old\nDan Tucker,\" and \"Kafoozlum.\" The four Misses White almost fell off\ntheir seats with laughing, and Sir Claude was seen to put the tail of\nhis coat into his mouth; Captain Black didn't like it much, for he had a\ndark complexion and thought they were laughing at him.\n\n[Illustration: But the great fun of the evening was when the four\nMasters Tortoise Shell appeared as Ethiopian Serenaders.]\n\nAt last it was time for them to be going, and Mr. Velvet Purr who was\nvery careful not to be out too late, brushed his coat in the hall, and\nsaid good night. Captain Black smoothed his fur jacket; Sir Claude\nScratch stroked his whiskers, and the ladies began to arrange their\ndress for walking. Then there was such a fuss as they all said\n\"Good-bye,\" that some of the neighbours looked out of window to see what\nwas the matter; especially as Captain Black and Sir Claude quarrelled\nand fought in the street. At last, however, all the party got safely\nhome.\n\n[Illustration: Departure of the Guests. Captain Black and Sir Claude\nScratch quarrel in the street.]\n\n\n\n\n  THIS LITTLE PIG WENT TO\n  MARKET.\n\n\n  THIS\n\n  LITTLE\n\n  PIG\n\n  [Illustration: THIS LITTLE PIG]\n\n  [Illustration: WENT TO MARKET.]\n\n  WENT\n\n  TO\n\n  MARKET,\n\n  THIS\n\n  LITTLE\n\n  PIG\n\n  STAYED\n\n  AT\n\n  HOME,\n\n  [Illustration: THIS LITTLE PIG STAYED AT HOME.]\n\n  [Illustration: THIS LITTLE PIG HAD ROAST BEEF.]\n\n  THIS\n\n  LITTLE\n\n  PIG\n\n  HAD\n\n  ROAST\n\n  BEEF,\n\n  THIS\n\n  LITTLE\n\n  PIG\n\n  HAD\n\n  NONE.\n\n  [Illustration: THIS LITTLE PIG HAD NONE.]\n\n  [Illustration: THIS LITTLE PIG CRIED \"WEE WEE!\"]\n\n  THIS\n\n  LITTLE\n\n  PIG\n\n  CRIED\n\n  WEE!\n\n  WEE!\n\n  ALL\n\n  THE\n\n  WAY\n\n  [Illustration: ALL THE WAY]\n\n  [Illustration: HOME.]\n\n  HOME.\n\n\n\n\n  NURSERY RHYMES.\n\n  II.\n\n\n  [Illustration:\n\n  Ride a cockhorse, to Banbury Cross,\n  To see little Jenny upon a white horse.]\n\n  Ride a cockhorse, to Banbury Cross,\n  To see little Jenny upon a white horse.\n\n  [Illustration:\n\n  There was an old woman and what do you think,\n  She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink.\n  Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,\n  Yet the plaguey old woman could never be quiet.]\n\n  There was an old woman, and what do you think,\n  She lived upon nothing but victuals and drink.\n  Victuals and drink were the chief of her diet,\n  Yet the plaguey old woman could never be quiet.\n\n  A fox jumped up on a moonlight night,\n  The stars were shining and all things bright,\n  \"Oh, ho!\" said the fox, \"it's a very fine night\n  For me to go through the town, heigho!\"\n\n  [Illustration:\n\n  A fox jumped up on a moonlight night,\n  The stars were shining and all things bright.\n  \"Oh, ho!\" said the Fox, \"it's a very fine night\n  For me to go through the town, heigho!\"]\n\n  [Illustration:\n\n  Ding dong bell, Pussy's in the well.\n  Who put her in? Little Tommy Green.\n  Who got her out? Dog with long snout.\n  What a naughty boy was that, to try to drown poor Pussy-cat.]\n\n  Ding dong bell, Pussy's in the well.\n  Who put her in? Little Tommy Green.\n  Who got her out? Dog with long snout.\n  What a naughty boy was that, to try to drown poor Pussy-cat.\n\n  There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,\n  Ninety times as high as the moon;\n  And where she was going I couldn't but ask it,\n  For in her hand she carried a broom.\n\n  [Illustration:\n\n  There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,\n  Ninety times as high as the moon;\n  And where she was going I couldn't but ask it,\n  For in her hand she carried a broom.]\n\n  [Illustration:\n\n  Old Mother Hubbard she went to the cupboard,\n  To get her poor dog a bone.\n  When she came there the cupboard was bare,\n  And so the poor dog had none.]\n\n  Old Mother Hubbard she went to the cupboard,\n  To get the poor dog a bone.\n  When she came there the cupboard was bare,\n  And so the poor dog had none.\n\n  I had a little pony,\n    They called him Dapple Grey;\n  I lent him to a lady\n    To ride a mile away.\n\n  [Illustration:\n\n  I had a little pony,\n    They called him Dapple Grey;\n  I lent him to a lady\n    To ride a mile away.]\n\n  [Illustration:\n\n  Pussy sits beside the fire, how can she be fair?\n  In walks a little doggy, \"Pussy are you there?\"]\n\n  Pussy sits beside the fire, how can she be fair?\n  In walks a little doggy, \"Pussy, are you there?\"\n\n\n\n\nTHE THREE BEARS.\n\n\n[Illustration: The Three Bears take a walk.]\n\n[Illustration: Little Silverlocks enters the Bears' dwelling.]\n\nIn a far-off country there was once a little girl, who was called\nSilver-Locks, because her curly hair shone so very brightly. But she was\nnot so good as she was pretty, for she was a sad romp, and so restless\nthat she could not be kept quiet at home, and would often run out when\nshe was told not to do so. One day, she started off into a wood, to\ngather wild flowers and to chase butterflies. She ran here, and ran\nthere, and went so far, at last, that she found herself in quite a\nlonely place, and there she saw a snug little house, in which three\nBears lived; but they were not then at home. The door and the parlour\nwindow being open, Silver-Locks peeped in, and soon found the place was\nempty; so the saucy puss made up her mind to go in boldly, and look all\nabout the place, little thinking what sort of folks lived there.\n\nNow the three Bears had gone out to take a walk, a little while before\nthis. The biggest of them was the Papa Bear, who had a very rough coat,\nand was named Mr. Bruin. The next Bear in size was his wife, called\nMammy Muff, from her smooth skin; and the smallest of the three was\ntheir little darling, Tiny. Before going out, Mammy Muff put the nice\nsoup she had made for dinner on a great chest in the parlour to cool; as\nthey were very hungry, they meant to be back in a short time.\n\nWhen Silverlocks went into the house, she soon found by the smell that\nsomething nice had been cooked. On going into the parlour, sure enough\nshe saw there three jars smoking away: the first, a very large one, for\nMr. Bruin; the next of middling size, for Mammy Muff; and the smallest\nof all was Tiny's jar; and in each of them was a wooden spoon. The\nlittle busy-body now went to work tasting the soup in each jar by\nturns; but she found that in the smallest jar was the nicest to her\ntaste.\n\n[Illustration: Silverlocks finds three jars of soup set for the Bears'\ndinner.]\n\n[Illustration: Silverlocks tastes the soup and chooses the jar set for\nTiny, the little Bear.]\n\nSilver-Locks was now in high glee, and thought to enjoy herself, hungry\nas she was, by eating up all the soup in the little jar. But she was too\nweary to be standing all the time, so she looked about for a seat. There\nwere three chairs in the parlour, a very large one for Mr. Bruin,\nanother of middling size for Mrs. B., and a nice little chair for Tiny.\nThe little girl tried them all in turn; she found that the smallest\nsuited her best, and down she sat, and began to eat her soup with great\nrelish.\n\nWhen Silver-Locks had nearly eaten up all poor Tiny's soup, she began\nto rock herself to and fro in his little chair: she had often been\npunished for this naughty trick, but without effect. While she was\nindulging this silly whim, out came the rush-bottom of the chair, and\nshe and the soup jar rolled on the floor. But she did not mind this at\nall, thinking it was fine fun. She now thought she would go up stairs,\nand see all that was to be seen: and there we will leave her for the\npresent.\n\n[Illustration: Silverlocks seats herself in Tiny's little chair and eats\nhis soup.]\n\n[Illustration: Silverlocks goes upstairs to the Bears' bedroom.]\n\nWhen the three Bears came back, they found that some one had been there.\n\"Who has been to my soup?\" roared out Mr. Bruin. \"And who has been to my\nsoup?\" said Mrs. B., with a low growl. Then poor Tiny cried,\n\"Somebody has been to my soup, and has eaten it all up!\" Then said the\nbig Bear, fiercely, \"Who has moved my chair about?\" Mrs. B., too, said,\n\"Who has moved my chair about?\" Then Tiny cried pitifully, \"Somebody has\nsat in my chair, and broken it in pieces!\"\n\nIn the room up stairs there were three beds: the largest was Mr. Bruin's\nbed; the next was Mrs. B.'s; and the smallest of the three was Tiny's\nbed. Silver-Locks tried them all, but she found the little one the most\ncomfortable; and as she was very sleepy, she crept into it, and fell\nfast asleep. The three Bears, thinking that somebody was in the house,\ncame up stairs to look, and found their beds had been disturbed, and\nthey all, in angry voices, asked who had dared to do it.\n\n[Illustration: And lying down on Tiny's bed, falls asleep.]\n\n[Illustration: The Bears come home and find Silverlocks on the bed, but\nshe awakes in time and escapes through the window.]\n\nSilver-Locks did not hear the gruff voices of Mr. and Mrs. Bruin, but\nthe sharp squeak of Master Tiny's voice aroused her from her slumber.\n\"Somebody has disturbed my bed,\" cried he; and in a moment after he\nadded, \"and here she is!\" looking at the same time as fierce as a little\nBear who had lost his dinner could do. The little girl was now almost\nfrightened to death, especially when she saw at the other end of the\nroom two larger Bears, in a terrible rage. Luckily for her, there was an\nopen window close to Tiny's bed, and seeing this, she jumped out of\nbed in a moment, and then took a spring, and escaped out of window,\nfalling on some soft grass below. The three Bears came to the open\nwindow, and stared wildly at her, so she soon got up, and ran as fast as\nshe could, until she got safe home again. Here she was properly punished\nfor her wilful behaviour, besides the great fright she suffered from the\nsavage looks and angry growling of the THREE BEARS.\n\n\n\n\nLITTLE RED RIDING-HOOD.\n\n\n[Illustration:\n\nLittle Red Riding-Hood sets out to visit her Grandmother.]\n\n[Illustration: Little Red Riding-Hood meets the Wolf.]\n\nOnce upon a time a nice little girl lived in a country village, and she\nwas the sweetest creature that ever was seen; her mother loved her with\ngreat fondness, and her grandmother doted on her still more. A pretty\nred-coloured hood had been made for the little girl, which so much\nbecame her, that every one called her Little Red Riding-Hood. One\nday, her mother having made some cheesecakes, said to her: \"Go, my\nchild, and see how your grandmother does, for I hear she is ill; carry\nher some of these cakes, and a little pot of butter.\"\n\nLittle Red Riding-Hood immediately set out, with a basket filled with\nthe cakes and the pot of butter, for her grandmother's house, which was\nin a village a little distant from her mother's.\n\nAs she was crossing a wood, which lay in her road, she met a Gaffer\nWolf, who had a great mind to eat her up, but dared not indulge his\nwicked wish, because of some woodcutters who were at work near them in\nthe forest. He ventured, however, to ask her whither she was going. The\nlittle girl, not knowing how dangerous it was to talk to a wolf,\nreplied: \"I am going to see my grandmamma, and carry her these cakes and\na pot of butter.\"\n\n\"Does she live far off?\" said the Wolf. \"Oh, yes,\" answered Little Red\nRiding-Hood, \"beyond the mill you see yonder, at the first house in the\nvillage.\"\n\n[Illustration: Little Red Riding-Hood loiters by the way.]\n\n[Illustration: The Wolf arrives at the Grandmother's house before Little\nRed Riding-Hood.]\n\n\"Well,\" said the Wolf, \"I will go and see her too; I will take this\nway, and you take that, and let us see which will be there the sooner.\"\nThe Wolf set out, running as fast as he could, and taking the nearest\nway; while the little girl took the longest, and amused herself as she\nwent along with gathering nuts, running after butterflies, and making\nnosegays of such flowers as she found within her reach. The Wolf soon\narrived at the dwelling of the grandmother, and knocked at the door.\n\"Who is there?\" said the old woman. \"It is your grandchild, Little Red\nRiding-Hood,\" replied the Wolf, in the voice of the little girl; \"I\nhave brought you some cheesecakes, and a little pot of butter, that\nmamma has sent you.\"\n\nThe good old woman, who was ill in bed, then called out, \"Pull the\nbobbin, and the latch will go up.\" The Wolf pulled the bobbin, and the\ndoor opened. He sprang upon the poor old grandmother, and ate her up in\na few minutes, for it was three days since he had tasted any food.\n\n[Illustration: The Wolf attacks the poor Grandmother.]\n\nThe Wolf then shut the door, and laid himself down in the bed, and\nwaited for Little Red Riding-Hood, who very soon after reached the\ndoor. Tap, tap! \"Who is there?\" She was at first a little frightened at\nthe hoarse voice of the Wolf, but believing that her grandmother had got\na cold she answered: \"It is your grandchild, Little Red Riding-Hood.\nMamma has sent you some cheesecakes, and a little pot of butter.\" The\nWolf called out, softening his voice: \"Pull the bobbin, and the latch\nwill go up.\" Little Red Riding-Hood pulled the bobbin, and the door\nopened.\n\n[Illustration: The Wolf puts on the Grandmother's night-gown and cap,]\n\nWhen she came into the room, the Wolf, hiding himself under the\nbed-clothes, said to her, trying all he could to speak in a feeble\nvoice, \"Put the basket, my child, on the stool, take off your clothes,\nand come into bed with me.\"\n\n[Illustration: And deceives Little Red Riding-Hood.]\n\n[Illustration: \"Grandmamma! what great teeth you have!\"]\n\nLittle Red Riding-Hood accordingly undressed herself, and stepped into\nbed; where, wondering to see how her grandmother looked in her\nnightclothes, she said to her: \"Grandmother, what great arms you have\ngot!\" \"The better to hug thee, my child.\" \"Grandmother, what great ears\nyou have got!\" \"The better to hear thee, my child.\" \"Grandmother,\nwhat great eyes, you have got!\" \"The better to see thee, my child.\"\n\"Grandmother, what great teeth you have got!\" \"They are to eat thee up;\"\nand saying these words the wicked Wolf fell upon poor Little Red\nRiding-Hood, and ate her up at a few mouthfuls.\n\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\n\n_Also, uniform with this Volume_,\n\nTHE ROBIN REDBREAST\nPICTURE BOOK.\n\nWith Forty-eight Pages of Illustrations, Printed\nin Colours by Kronheim & Co.\n\n\n_Contents._\n\nROBIN REDBREAST.\n\nTHE FARM-YARD A B C.\n\nMY MOTHER.\n\nNURSERY RHYMES.\n\nTHE DOGS' DINNER PARTY.\n\nJACK THE GIANT KILLER.\n\n       *       *       *       *       *\n\nROUTLEDGE","title":"A Apple Pie and Other Nursery Tales","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":3586}