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CHILDREN'S BOOK

COLLECTION

* LIBRARY OF THE

UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA LOS ANGELES

ABROAD

BON VOYAGE '

LAST YEAR, DEAR FRIENDS, WE MET AT HOME," AND NOW "ABROAD" WE MEAN TO ROAM: WlTH ALL WHO CHOOSE TO SPARE THE TIME WE'LL WANDER TO A NEIGHBOURING CLIME. NOR NEED YOU LEAVE YOUR OWN FIRESIDE, FOR WITH FA'IR FANCY FOR OUR GUIDE,

OUR WINGED THOUGHTS,

IN

SWALLOW-FLIGHT,

SHALL CROSS THE CHANNEL SMOOTH AND BRIGHT: AND IN DESPITE OF WIND OR WEATHER,

WE'LL MAKE OUR

Now

LITTLE TOUR TOGETHER.

ON OUR PICTURES YOU SHALL LOOK:-

To YOU WE DEDICATE OUR BOOK.

ABROAD

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Frontispiece

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The Departure

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On

the

Title-page

Going on Board Crossing the Channel :

BOULOGNE The

the

On

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the Boulevard

The

Tuileries

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Gardens

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Musee de Cluny

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The Quay The First Morning

Staircase of

Henry II. The Man in Armour

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The "Zoo"

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France

St.

Rue de

The Pony Tramway The Swans

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Ouen

Blind Pierre

A Flower Stall A Day at Versailles

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1'Epicerie

The Creche

La Fontaine des

The Schoolroom

cents

School Drill

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of

Palais Royale

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'Good-night"

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The Gardens

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The Hotel

Buffet

Church of

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Railway Station

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in

CAEN

Railway Crossing

Punch and Judy

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PARIS

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Way

FOLKESTONE

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The Arrival The Hotel The Hotel Kitchen

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Inno-

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The Merry-go-round

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The Washerwomen The Knife-grinder

CALAIS

Chocolate and Milk

DOVER

The Lacemakers

" Bon Retour

The Night Journey to Calais The Water-Gate :

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The Luxembourg Gar-

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The Markets

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Homeward Bound "

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READERS,

MYWith

little

would you

like to

Brothers and sisters you can see,

Their father, too, you here

Three years ago

go abroad,

friends of different ages

their

all

will find,

Mother

died,

?

Look

for just at

them

an hour or

so,

in these pictured pages

children of one family.

and good Miss Earle, their teacher and ever since has Father tried

kind.

To give his children in the Spring some tour, or treat, or pleasant thing. Said he, last Easter, " I propose, for Nellie, Dennis, Mabel, Rose,

A

trip

Then

abroad all

Said Rose

Turn

"We

me

go with

to

exclaimed,

"

Oh

to Paris "

!

glorious

can't leave

him

at

!

and through Normandy." " But

"

may not Bertie go with us ? home." Then Father said he too should come.

and see the children packing busily. The next page shows them in the station at Charing Cross. Their great elation Is written plainly on their faces. "Time's up Come, take your places Bell rings to the Frontispiece

The "Folkestone Express" sped on

And

like

a dream,

there lay the steamer fast getting up steam.

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W&&

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1

W*

'."

EN

at the

THAcross

the

Folkestone harbour,

gangway

Mabel and Rose

just crossing

Each holding her new

doll

Our children once on board,

Watch with The "

below

you can

most

;

see,

carefully.

all safe

and sound,

delight the busy scene around.

noisy steam-pipe blows

Now

down they go

to the boat

this is just the noise

and blows away,

we

like,"

they say.

Nellie,

Miss Earle, and Bertie too appear,

Whilst Dennis, with the rugs, brings up the

May

looks behind her with an anxious

Lest Father, at the

last,

rear.

air,

should not be there.

But while the turmoil loud and louder grows, "

I'm glad the wind blows gently," whispers Rose.

And

as the steamer swiftly leaves the quay,

Mabel and Dennis almost dance with

glee.

CROSSING THE CHANNEL. sea

calm, and clear the sky

is

THE The Passengers look The Mate

at

him

"

How

:

work enough ; what must

is

" !

for

it

be when weather

far," says Nellie,

"we have come

No

?

at the vessel's lengthening track !

one must forget

to call

home

good-bye, good-bye, dear English

Dennis and Rose and Mabel, walking upon the deck, are "

rough

place

and Father, looking back, glance

Says Mabel,

's

he hasn't got a merry face him, you know, he goes so often to and fro.

in his sheltered

Tis not such fun Nellie

only a few clouds scudding by " Are we not lucky in the day say,

stands in the wheelhouse there, and turns the wheel with watchful care

Steering to-day

Look

bright,

and

my new

gaily talking

doll 'Antoinette';

Travelling in France, 'twould be a shame for her to have an English name."

Says Dennis, Says Rose, to

" Call her what you

will,

so you be English 'Mabel

Dennis drawing nigher, "

" If a gale blows,

do you suppose, we

I think the

shall

wind

be wrecked?

is

"

'

still.

"

getting higher

asks

little

;

Rose."

' !

with

Rose

lost all

her fear

Dennis, chatting WHILE And the swift Albert Victor came safe to the pier

At Boulogne, where they landed, and there was the Jn waiting to take up the travellers again. But to travel so quickly was not their intent On a little refreshment our party was bent. Here they are at the Buffet for dinner they wait And the tall garspn, Andre, attends them in state.

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train

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At a separate table sits Monsieur Legros, behind him his poodle, Fidele, you must know, Who can dance, he's so clever, and si and on his head, Or upon his nose balance a morsel of bread. Mabel takes up some sugar to coax him, whilst Nell Calls him to her Fidele understands very well "Why! he must have learnt English, he knows what we say," Mabel cries, " See! he begs in the cleverest way."

And

to the

THEM To remain

Hotel on the quay they all went the morrow they all were content ;

till

much fatigue Father thought it was For the children were weary and needed the After so

Pictured here

Where so

is

the

room

cosily rested

best, rest.

in that very Hotel,

Rose, Mabel, and Nell.

ili

Mabel dreamed of the morrow of buying French toys Rose remembered the steam-pipe, and dreamed of its noise. Nellie's dreams were of home, but she woke from her trance :

Full of joy, just to think they were really in France.

Very

early next morning,

Looking out from

their

you see them

window

all

three

that faces the sea.

14

THE FIRST MORNING TJ ERE *

they see a P^tty sight,

Sunny sky and landscape

Fishing-boats

With

Some

After breakfast

bright

:

move up and down,

their sails all red

still

and

On

last

the pavement

down

What

With

a clap

clap

their shoes

Wooden-

And oh

!

shoes, I

clap

With eyes

And,

the English flag for long.

too they went to see, :

they

in

that shut

and

real hair

a brightly-coloured row,

Doll-fisherfolk like these below.

-

each step they

do

and walk about

Dolls of every kind were there,

Prices marked, as

Calling out their fish to sell " What a noisy lot," says Nell,

"

went out

Spread with toys so temptingly

below, fro,

all

streets,

ancient city-walls, so strong,

Toy shops

clear,

night in open sea.

Fishwives hurry to and

view the

Where waved

and brown.

Full of fish as they can be,

Caught

To The

to land are drawing near,

O'er the water

FRANCE.

IN

"

make take.

"

if

to say, "

us,

quick, to-day

One

for

Two

for Bertie I suppose,

!

Mabel, one for Rose,

Father bought.

declare,

what funny caps they wear!

Come and buy

Then

all

once more

Set off travelling as before.

'T*O Rouen next *

Dennis bought chocolate to make a They had three dinners in the train,

they went, that very day,

And

heard strange places called out by the way, Where bells kept tinkling while the train delayed At Amiens ten minutes quite they stayed.

Beside the

Rose says

tired

wood "

she

fire

lies

back

!"

!

Next morning, through the quaint old streets of Rouen They went to see the old church of Saint Ouen,

in her chair

burning brightly there.

Good-night

at least.

At Rouen here they are at last, though late The bedroom clock there shows 'tis after eight

:

Mabel looks

feast

With eager

to Bertie fast asleep,

While her own eyes can scarcely open keep.

feet,

and chatting

as they walked,

About the ancient Town, together

1

6

talked.

Dennis, first, city bold

" SAID This

to us

Belonged

In days of old." " Here Said Nellie,

Prince Arthur wept

By

cruel

John

A

prisoner kept. Here Joan of Arc

Was tried and When fickle fate

burned

Against her turned." " Said Rose, Oh dear It makes me sad !

To

think what trouble

People had Who lived once in

This very town,

Where we walk

Up and

gaily

down."

come

they have

NOW Of great

into the entrance

Ouen's Church

St.

;

see, side

wide

by

side,

Dennis and Nellie going on before:

The

others watch

at the

yon beggar

Poor blind Pierre; he always waits Listening for those

He

tells his

May

beads, and hopes

think of him, 'mongst those

Though he can't

He knows And

who come and

see,

he

is

all

day

who

that

who chance

shakes the coppers in his well-worn

Click, click,"

it

Along

through its

goes

St.

aisles

But Mabel

said,

and down

"

Why

tin

away this very day.

its

there to see

of Normandy.

was buried there?"

on, not waiting for reply

reader, can

last,

transept passed,

should we English care

that Rolf they say

Then she ran little

come.

Ouen's Church they 'd been at

They went to the Cathedral, The tomb of Rolf, first Duke

About

to

see, Bertie's gift drops in.

might have bought him sweets

When

go.

some

so quick to hear,

'Tis his one sou that Bertie gives

My

those

a long, long time ere one draws near,

"

It

door

just so,

you

tell

her

why ?

Cathedral was cold,

With

its

dim solemn

aisles

But outside our friends found

The sun

waiting, with smiles,

To show them

their way,

So hither they came

Along an old

street

With a hard French name,

And

still

Through

walking onward, streets

we

can't see,

At length reached the Creche

Of "Sceur Rosalie"

Where poor women's Are kept

all

children

day through, Amused, taught, and tended,

And

all for

one sou.

are happy with "Sister" all day, Mothers can't nurse them they work far away.

pHILDREN v_y

Good

^ Here

in

Sister Rosalie, she is so kind,

E'en when they're troublesome, she doesn't mind. the first room the Babies we see, sitting at dejeuner round Rosalie.

Dodo is crying, he can't find his spoon

some one

will find it

and comfort him soon.

Over yon cradle bends kind Sister Claire, Dear little Mimi is waking up there. Sister Felicite', sweetly sings she,

"

Up

again,

down

again,

BeM,

to me."

v

G>

school-room of the Creche

BCD I

F G H J K

M N

OR U V

THE The

children

sit

While "Sister" hears

And when And

's

is

by

wide,

side,

their lessons through,

no more work

get up, and form a

all

They

there

there, side

to

do

ring,

as they stand, together sing.

Now hand in hand, tramp, tramp Now in a line march to and fro, For with the "

The

When

Sister

"

rattle in

they go,

her hand

makes them understand

advance and when draw back

to

Click-clack

it

On

Stephanie

She

's

only

goes, click -clack, click-clack.

now

five,

turn your eyes,

but she

's

so wise

She knows the alphabet all through, And, more than that, can teach it too. Just now, she

And But

tells 'tis

For she

no use is

moves her wand

to J,

the children what to say. to tell Ninette,

but a bebe yet.

V

ARRIVAL AT CAEN. 'T^HROUGH And They

Rouen when our

all its

travelled on, old

Another town

friends

had been,

famous places seen,

in

Caen

to see,

\TEXT *

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up the

Wiih/emme

them

way

for the bill of fare.

Arrived at Caen, the travellers here

Momieur

le

Before the chief Hotel appear,

And

"

Miss Earle, Rose, Bertie you descry

With scrape and bow, again you

The

The most

rest are

Monsieur

le

coming by-and-by. Maitre, with scrape and bow,

Stands ready

And Madame And

to receive

them now,

with her blandest

their alert Commissionaire.

air,

go, to show.

Father and Dennis, standing there,

Are asking

Normandy.

staircase see

de chambre the

says,

Maitie,

What

who

rubs his hands

are Monsieur's

polite of

men

is

he.

commands ? see

'

5

\TOW that dinner is ^

At the cooks

ordered,

in the kitchen

Of plates

we '11 just take a peep just see

!

what a heap

are provided, and copper pans too soon make a dinner for me and for you.

They '11

;

French cookery 's famous for flavouring rare, But of garlic I think they've enough and to spare.

iftl/ifcm

^

If I

we ask how

their wonderful dishes are

'm afraid they won't

Do

tell

made,

us the tricks of the trade.

they make them, I wonder, of frogs and of snails ? Or are these, after all, only travellers' tales ? The names are all down on the " Menu," no doubt, But the worst of it is that we can't make them out.

IT ERE the children * * Came next morn, Walking by The river Orne Near the poplars

On

;

the green, the Washerwives

Where

Are seen. Here they looked At old Nannette,

Wringing out The garments wet

;

Saw how Eugenie, Her daughter, Soaked them

first

In running water; Watched the washers

Soaping, scrubbing,

With

their mallets

Rubbing, drubbing Working hard

With

all their

might,

Till the clothes

Were

clean and white.

qui passe," in France they call

L'HOMME The man

who

THE

thrives

By grinding knives

Who

never stays at

home

at all,

KNIFE-GRINDER

But always must be moving on.

He 's glad Some

OF CAEN.

to find

knives to grind,

But when they're finished

he'll

With dog behind

He

be gone.

to turn the wheel,

grinds the knife

For farmer's

And

pauses

now

wife,

the edge to feel

The dog behind him Of cheerful

On And

fears

this

and

no knife

is

:

hears the sound

chat that,

being ground.

The man makes

He

jokes with careless smile,

doesn't

The dog

mind

behind,

But goes on talking

all

the while.

CHOCOLATE AND MILK. T ITTLE Lili, whose age isn't three years quite, -L' Went one day with Mamma for a long country all

Of

and the

the trees,

For "

this

Dear

HEURL

the time, such a chatter and talk

Keeping up,

Soon she asked

A TOUT walk,

for

flowers,

some

and the cows, brown and and some chocolate too,

white.

cake,

was her favourite lunch every day

child," said

Mamma,

"let

me

see

I

dare say

'

^t^rQ, " If I ask that nice milkmaid, and say

Some sweet milk we can

it 's

for you,

get from her pretty white cow."

" I would rather have chocolate," Lili averred. " Dear Lili, please don't be absurd said,

Then

My

Mamma

darling,

you cannot have chocolate now

You know we

can't get

it

;

:

so far from the town.

Come and

stroke the white cow, see, her coat 's soft as silk. " if the White cow " But, Mamma," Lili said, gives milk,

Then

chocolate surely must

come from

the

Brown"

LACE MAKERS OF CAEN

many a

lowly cottage in France

INThe

bobbins keep threading a mazy dance The whole day long, from morning to night,

Weaving the

How

lace so pretty

and light

nimble fingers twist The threads on the pillow not one swiftly the

Each bobbin would seem

To meet

missed

is

to rise from

its

:

place

the fingers that form the lace.

How

wondrously quick the pattern shows From the threads, as under our eyes it grows How quickly follow stem, leaves, and flower,

As

if

Look

:

under the spell of enchanter's power. at old

Nannette

she can scarcely see,

Yet none can make lovelier lace than she;

And

her grand-daughter Julie

Is learning already the

just seven years old,

bobbins to hold.

Without drawings to follow, or patterns to

How

trace,

can these poor cottagers fashion their lace?

From the plant and the flower and unfolding And the frost on the pane their patterns they From gossamer web by the spider wove, From natural taste and natural love

fern learn,-

For every form of beauty and grace,

They Ve learned

to fashion their wonderful lace.

s Paris quite an early start

FOR They made the following day, And

out of windows every one

Kept

looking,

all

the way.

And many a pretty road The train went whizzing Where

like this

past,

gatekeeper, with flag and horn,

Stood by the gates shut

fast.

That's Marie you see standing there

>c^

:

Now, do you wonder why A woman has to blow the horn Before the train goes by?

Her husband He's

He

is

would not

The

a lazy man,

in his cottage near,

train will

stir

a step, although

soon be here.

And Marie called him, " Paul, Go shut the gate," she cried

be quick -

" Don't hurry me, there's time enough,"

The

lazy

man

So Marie had

And And

replied.

to go,

you

see,

take the horn, and blow.

every day

She always has

it's just

to go.

the same,

EN ROUTE on they go, clatter Past stream and gentle valley, Until the engine wheels turn slow,

BLATTER And

!

stop at length to dally

For dinner-time full half-an-hour Within a crowded station, While hungry little mouths devour

The tempting

cold collation

the folk they meet,

And

The porters in blue blouses, The white-robed priests, the nuns The farmers and their spouses,

A

To

look at

all

!

all

Spread

And

in the

then,

dining-room at hand

when

the other folk that

make

France amusing so neat. Till hark! their places all must take, Without a minute losing.

crowd

that

is

;

finished,

The children sally in a band, With appetites diminished,

in

:

The engine puffs away they fly, And soon leave all behind them

Now

turn the page, and you and In Paris safe will find them.

I

;

PARIS,

gay Pai

HERE And

from morning till night they are selling and buying, from morning till night their market wares crying:

All around

There are

The

On

will find there is

you flesh,

and

fowl,

fish

food of each kind

fish-market you see on the opposite page this stall that

But were

I

is

:

nearest, the shell-fish appear

to begin,

;

here for every dish.

;

would take me an age

it

To tell you the names of the fish you find here. See! there's puss looking out for what she can get, And The

that girl

little

boy who

is

with the lobster

And he's watching to Madame Blaise, there,

see

laughing

is

if it

tells

is

Paul,

sister Lisette,

nips her at

all.

Nellie her mussels are good,

But Nellie smiles sweetly and goes on her way, I venture to doubt if she quite understood

And

All the funny French things Madame B!aise had to say. Other parts of the market contain butchers meat, And poultry, and fruit, and salads, and greens,

And here, if you want them, quite young, fresh and sweet, Air the haricots verts which we know as "French beans." For, from morning

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