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THE SrORY 
 
 OF THE 
 
 Three Little Boys, 
 
 AND 
 
 Their Three Cakes. 
 
 USaLOBKSit&flt 
 
 ORNAMENTED WITH CUTS 
 
 LONDON: 
 
 Printed for Houlston and Son, 
 
 65, Paternoster-Row ; 
 AND AT WELLINGTON, SALOP. 
 
THE STORY 
 
 OF 
 
 The three Little Boyi 
 
 s. 
 
 THERE was a little boy 
 whose name was Harry ; 
 and his papa and mamma 
 sent him to school. Now 
 Harry was a clever fellow, and 
 loved his book ; and he got to 
 be first in his class. 
 
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 So his mamma got up one 
 morning very early, and called 
 Betty the maid, and said, 
 *' Betty, I think we must make 
 a cake for Harry, for he has 
 learned his book very well/' 
 And Betty said, ^^ Yes, with all 
 my heart.'' So they made a 
 nice cake. It was very large, 
 and stuffed full of plums and 
 sw^eetmeats, orange and ci- 
 tron ; and it was iced all over 
 w^ith sugar : it was white and 
 smooth on the top like snow. 
 So this cake w^as sent to the 
 school. 
 
 When little Harry saw it he 
 was very glad^ and jumped a« 
 
bout for joy, and he hardly 
 stayed for a knife to cut apiece, 
 but gaawed it like a Httle dog-. 
 
 So he ate till the bell rang; 
 for school, and after school he 
 ate again, and ate till he went 
 to bed ; nay his bed-fellow told 
 me that he laid his cake under 
 
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 his piilow, and sat up in the 
 night to eat some. So he ate 
 till it v/as all gone. 
 
 But presently after, this 
 little boy was very sick and ill ; 
 and every body said, ^'I wonder 
 what is the matter w ith Harry '? 
 he used to be so brisk, and 
 play about more nimbly than 
 any of the boys; and now he 
 looks pale, and is very ill." 
 
 And somebody said, ^'Har- 
 ry has had a rich cake, and 
 ate it ali up very soon, and that 
 has made him ill.'' So they 
 sent for Dr. Camomile, and he 
 Sfave him I do not know how 
 much bitter stuff. 
 
Poov Harry did not like it at 
 a!! ; but he was forced to take 
 it, or else he would have died, 
 
 vou know. So at last he got 
 well again; but his mamma 
 said she w^ould send hiiii no 
 more cakes. 
 
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 Now there was another bov, 
 who was one of Harry's school- 
 fellows : his name w as Peter ; 
 the boys used to call him Peter 
 Careful. And Peter had writ- 
 ten his mamma a very neat 
 pretty letter- — tiiere was not 
 one blot in it all. So his mam- 
 ma sent him a cake. 
 
 Now Peter thou«:ht with 
 himself, '^ I will not make my- 
 self sick with this good cake, 
 as silly Harry did ; 1 will keep 
 it a great while." So he took 
 the cake, and tugged it up 
 stairs. It was very heavy ; he 
 could hardly carry it. 
 
 And he locked it up in his 
 
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 box, and once a-day he crept 
 slily up stairs, and ate a very 
 little piece, and tiien locked 
 his box again. So he kept it 
 
 ^ 
 
 several weeks, and it was not 
 gone, for it was very large; 
 but, behold ! the mice got into 
 
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 his box and nibbled sooie. 
 :\nd the cake grew dry and 
 mouldy, and at last was good 
 (ov nothing at all. So he was 
 
 obliged to throw it away, and it 
 grieved him to the very heart, 
 and nobodv was sorry for him. 
 
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 Well ; there was another lit- 
 tle boy at the same school, 
 whose name was Billy. And 
 one day his mamma sent him 
 a cake^ because she loved 
 him dearly, and he loved her 
 dearly. 
 
 So when the cake came, 
 Billv said to his school-fellows. 
 *^ I have got a cake; come, let 
 us go and eat it/' So they 
 came about him like a parcel 
 of bees ; and Billy took a slice 
 of cake himself, and then gave 
 a piece to one, and a piece to 
 another, till it was almost 
 gone. 
 
 Then Billy put tlie rest by, 
 
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 and said, ^' I Vvill eat it to-mor- 
 row/' So he went to play ; 
 and the boys all played to- 
 gether very merrily. But pre- 
 sently after, an old blind fid- 
 dler came into the court. He 
 had a long white beard ; and 
 because he was blind, he had 
 
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 a little dog in a string to lead 
 him. So he came into the 
 court, and sat down upon a 
 stone, and said, '^My pretty 
 lads, if you will, I will play you 
 a tune." And they all left off 
 their sport, and came and 
 stood round him. 
 
 And Billy saw that while he 
 played, the tears ran down his 
 cheeks. And Billy said, ''Old 
 man, why do you cry?'' And 
 the old man said, *' Because I 
 am very hungry — I have no- 
 body to give me any dinner or 
 suppers — I have nothing in 
 the world but this little dog ; 
 and I cannot work. If I could 
 
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 work, I would." Then Billy 
 went, without saying a word, 
 and fetched the rest of his cake 
 which he had intended to have 
 eaten another day; and he 
 said, '' Here, old man ! here is 
 some cake for you." The man 
 said, ** Where is it? for I am 
 
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 blind, I cannot see it/' So 
 Billy put it into his hat. And 
 the fiddler thanked him ; and 
 Billy was more glad than if he 
 had eaten ten cakes. 
 
 FINIS. 
 
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