|A Child's Book of Stories|
|by Penrhyn W. Coussens|
|A choice collection of favorite fairy tales, to delight children of all ages. The 86 stories selected for this collection include folk tales from England, Norway, and India, as well as the best fairy tales from Grimm, Andersen, and Perrault. The volume also contains a handful of fables from Aesop and several tales from the Arabian Nights. Ages 5-9 |
OMMY GRIMES was sometimes a good boy, and sometimes a bad
boy; and when he was a bad boy, he was a very bad boy.
Now his mother used to say to him: "Tommy, Tommy, be a
good boy, and don't go out of the street, or else Mr.
Miacca will take you." But still when he was a bad boy
he would go out of the street; and one day, sure
enough, he had scarcely got round the corner, when Mr.
Miacca did catch him and popped him into a bag upside
down, and took him off to his house.
When Mr. Miacca got Tommy inside, he pulled him out of
the bag and sat him down, and felt his arms and legs.
"You're rather tough," say he; "but you're all I've got
for supper, and you'll not taste bad boiled. But body
o' me, I've forgot the herbs, and it's bitter you'll
taste without herbs. Sally! Here, I say, Sally! And he
called Mrs Miacca.
So Mrs. Miacca came out of another room and said: "What
d'ye want, my dear?"
"Oh, here's a little boy for supper," said Mr. Miacca,
"and I've forgot the herbs. Mind him, will ye, while I
go for them."
"All right, my love," says Mrs.Miacca, and off he goes.
Then Tommy Grimes said to Mrs. Miacca: "Does Mr. Miacca
always have little boys for supper?"
"Mostly, my dear," said Mrs. Miacca, "if little boys
are bad enough, and get in his way."
"And don't you have anything else but boy-meat? No
pudding?" asked Tommy.
 "Ah, I love pudding," says Mrs. Miacca. "But it's
not often I get it."
"Why, my mother is making a pudding this very day,"
said Tommy Grimes, "and I am sure she'd give you some,
if I ask her. Shall I run and get some?"
"Now, that's a thoughtful boy," said Mrs. Miacca, "only
don't be long and be sure to be back for supper."
So off Tommy pelted, and right glad he was to get off
so cheap; and for many a long day he was as good as
good could be, and never went round the corner of the
street. But he could n't always be good; and one day he
went round the corner, and as luck would have it, he
had scarcely got round it when Mr. Miacca grabbed him,
popped him in his bag, and took him home.
When he got him there, Mr. Miacca dropped him out; and
when he saw him, he said: "Ah, you're the youngster
that served us such a shabby trick, leaving us without
any supper. Well, you sha'n't do it again. I'll watch
over you myself. Here, get under the sofa, and I'll sit
on it and watch the pot boil for you."
So poor Tommy Grimes had to creep under the sofa, and
Mr. Miacca sat on it and waited for the pot to boil.
And they waited, and they waited, but still the pot did
n't boil, till at last Mr. Miacca got tired of waiting,
and he said: "Here, you under there, I'm not going to
wait any longer; put out your leg, and I'll stop your
giving us the slip."
So Tommy put out a leg and Mr. Miacca got a chopper,
and chopped it off, and pops it into the pot.
Suddenly he calls out: "Sally, my dear, Sally!" and
nobody answered. So he went into the next room to look
out for Mrs Miacca, and while he was there, Tommy crept
out from under the sofa and ran out of the door. For it
was a leg of the sofa that he had put out.
So Tommy Grimes ran home, and he never went round the
corner again till he was old enough to go alone.
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