. ;. • . ■; -.; u 1 t — *~~ — — — — — UNIVERSITY OF N.C. AT CHARfitTHILL 1-0000212725 JOHN SKALLY TERRY MEMORIAL COLLECTION ESTABLISHED BY THE FAMILY IN HONOR OF JOHN S. TERRY CLASS OF 1918 THE UNIVERSITY OF NORTH CAROLINA LIBRARY THIS BOOK Belongs to yi*-* nit' This BOOK may be kept out TWO WEEKS ONLY, and is subject to a fine of FIVE CENTS a day thereafter. It is DUE on the DAY indicated below: UNIVERSITY OF N.C. AT CHAPEL HILL 00022245697 LITTLE FOLKS IN BUSY- LAND BY THE SAME AUTHORS THE TOY SHOP BOOK Profusely Illustrated in Colors S(j. i 2 mo. Net $1.25 Digitized by the Internet Archive in 2012 with funding from University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill http://www.archive.org/details/littlefolksinbusOharr LITTLE FOLKS IN BUSY- LAND BY ADA VAN STONE HARRIS AND LILLIAN McLEAN WALDO ILLUSTRATIONS BY ELIZABETH JONES BABCOCK NEW YORK CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS MCMXVI Copyright, 1910. by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS Published November. 1U1G " There is work that is work ; There is play that is play ; There is play that is work ; There is work that is play — And one of these four Is the very best way." RED-LETTER DAYS Columbus Day Thanksgiying Christmas New Year Lincoln's or Sailboats PAGE 18 Vegetable and Fruit Folk 74—77 Jack-o'-Lantern 79 Nut People 85-91 Puritans 105 Log House 1 10 See toys in different sections I Special Christmas Gifts . . 130 Calendar and Blotter Lost House I X2 I IO Valentines 132 Washington's Birthday. Soldier Caps and Tents . . 5, 16 Valentine Day Arbor Day See "Wood-Land" . . . 93-110 May Day See " Flower-Land " . . 61-70 Memorial Day .... Soldier Caps and Tents . . 5, 16 Flag Day Paint Flai 16 CONTENTS PAGE PAPER-LAND 4 Construction — Town, Soldier Camp, Cows and Dogs, Horses, Farm, Furniture, School, Church, Car, Windmills, Soldier Caps, Kites, Boats, Circus, Merry-go-Round, Book, Envelope. Boxes — Cages for Circus Animals, Cart for Clown, Pill-Box Druggist, Cars, Box Town. Cutting — Farm Animals, Garden Tools, People, Circus Animals, Train. SHADOW-LAND 29 Silhouette in Ink or Black Paper — Train, People, Landscape, Animals, Garden Tools, Vegetables, Dishes, Illustrating Mother Goose Rhyme, Sailboat. COLOR-LAND 39 Color Relations — Water, Landscape, Rainbow, Stained-Glass Window, Flowers, Color Story. Primary Colors — Red, Apple and Clover; Orange, Tiger Lily and Pumpkin; Yellow, Dandelion and Pears; Green, Grass and Trees; Blue, Bluebirds and Water; Violet, \ lolet and Grapes. Tints and Shades — Hen and Chickens, Birds, Feathers, Butter- fly, Leaves, Japanese Lanterns. FLOWER-LAND 61 Flower Folk — Daisy Dolls, Pansy Dolls, Morning-Glory Dolls, Haw Dolls, Hollyhock Dolls, Burdock Dolls, Poppy Dolls. xi PAGE VEGETABLE-LAND . . ." 71 Vegetable Folk and Animals — Gourd Dolls, Pickle Doll, Apple Doll, Corn-Husk Doll, Radish Baby, Corn-Cob Baby, Jack-o'-Lantern, Lemon and Potato Pigs. NUT-LAND 82 Walnut Policeman, Almond-Nut Lady, Hazelnut Child, Mr. and Mrs. Acorn, Acorn Dishes, Acorn Tops, Mr. and Mrs. Peanut, Peanut Animals, Horse-Chestnut Family, Horse-Chestnut Furniture, Horse-Chestnut Animals, Miss Hickory-Nut, Nut Jewelry — Chains and Bracelets. WOOD-LAND 93 Cork — Storks. Bark — Birch Canoe. Spools — House, Furniture, Man. Clothespins — House, Furniture, People. Pine — Walking Family. Wood — Doll House, Doll-House Furniture, Doll Wagon, Sail- boat, Log House, Log-House Furniture. Raphia — Miss Raphia, Raphia Broom. WEAVING-LAND in The W'eaver's Work — Yarn Doll, Cap and Coat, Rug and Loom, Doll Hammock and Loom, Weaving Story, Horse-Reins, Easter Chickens. At the Weavers' Fair — Johnny-Cake, Gingerbread Twins, Prune People, Marshmallow Men, Fig and Raisin Animals, Candy People (Lollypop Grandmothers, etc.). HOME-LAND 127 Clay — Mrs. Clay, Fruit, Cake, House. Gifts for the Clays — Christmas Presents, New Year Presents, Valentines. HELPS FOR MAKING 133 LITTLE FOLKS IN BUSY-LAND Good little Clara Clay Is going far away — Far, far away — On a visit. To see her cousins all Will take her until fall. See eight trunks small For this visit. The coach bring to the door, And peanut horses four. She'll need no more For this visit. Bring wagons and a cart, The eight trunks, too, must start. Girls must look smart On a visit. Little Clara filled the eight little trunks with her little dresses, little coats, little hats, little gloves, and little shoes. She did not forget her little brush and comb and her little tooth-brush, for she was a neat little girl. Then with black paint her father marked on each trunk: "Clara Clay, Busy-Land." By that time the little horses and carriage were quite ready for her to start. As soon as Clara was seated the little peanut horses trotted off. They ran for ten miles in a straight line, and for five miles more in a crooked one, and after that they galloped as fast as they could for twenty minutes, and after that they walked slowly for half an hour. Then the peanut horses turned a corner, and before them lay a beautiful paper road. It was as white as snow and just as smooth as marble. Clara knew this must be the road to Paper-Land. Away the horses flew ! Clickity-click, clickity-clack, clickity-click-click-clack, clipity-clip, clipity-clap, clipity- clip-clip-clap. They dashed past a sign-post that had a large hand pointing to Paper-Land. Paper- Land was to be the first stop in Busy-Land, so Clara began to sing : " Oh, Paper-Land ! Paper-Land ! See the paper people grand ! Paper houses, schools, and stores, Paper roofs and paper floors. Everywhere in Paper-Land Boys and girls go hand in hand." B^PER-LAND *w Here we go, hand in hand Through the towns of Paper-Land. The little coach had not gone far along Paper- Road when Clara saw a high hill with a soldiers' camp on it. Up the hill went the peanut horses, and they chattered, and clattered, and pattered till they reached the soldiers' camp. Clara saw six large paper tents in the shade of six beautiful paper trees. Guns and cannon stood about, but where were the soldiers ? A piece of paper pinned to the flagpole told Clara. " Gone to the circus ! " she read. " Oh, we shall just be in time for the circus ! " laughed Clara. "Hurry, Dancer and Prancer and Robin and Dobbin! Hurry! Hurry as fast as you can!" The horses galloped and galloped faster than they had ever gone before till they met a little paper dog, who ran out and barked at them. That was only the dog's way of saying: "Welcome to Paper-Land, little Clara Clay!" Clara said " Thank you " and " How do you do " to the polite paper dog, and then he ran back to his master, a paper cowboy. The cowboy was driving five fine paper cows to Paper-Town. The five paper cows bowed to Clara and said: "Moo! Moo! Moo!" That was their only way of saying: "How do you do! How do you do! How do you do ! " By and by Clara came to a man and a dog who were taking five snow-white horses to pasture. The dog barked, " Good morning ! " the horses neighed, "Good morning!" and the man called, "Good morn- ing ! Good morning ! " "Good morning!" cried Clara. "What beautiful white horses!" ''These are circus horses," explained the man. " You will see them in the big parade this afternoon drawing the clown's cart. He stands up in his little cart and drives all these horses with one hand. " There is a fine clown in our show, Whose face is as white as bread dough. He stands up to drive these white horses five, This brave little clown in our show." Little Clara rode on and on until she came to Paper-Farm, which was very near Paper-Town. The peanut horses knew that they were to have dinner at Paper-Farm, so they hurried toward the great barn. The sheep saw Clara before the other animals did, so they cried: "Baa! Baa! Baa!" "Why do you baa?" asked the cow. "We see little Clara Clay, so we baa," said the sheep. " Then I will moo," said the cow. So the cow mooed. " Why do you moo ? " asked the pig. " Little Clara Clay is here," said the cow, " so I moo." " Then I will grunt," said the pig, and so the pig grunted. " Why do you grunt ? " asked the duckling. "Little Clara Clay has come visiting, so I grunt," said the pig. " Then I will quack," said the duckling. So the duckling quacked. " Why do you quack? " asked the turkeys. " Little Clara Clay has come to Paper-Farm, so I quack," said the duckling. " Then we will gobble," said the turkeys. So the turkeys gobbled. '• Why do you gobble?" asked the chickens. Little Clara Clay is making us a visit," said the turkeys, " so we gobble." " Then I will crow and the hen will cluck and the little chicks will peep," said the rooster. So the rooster crowed and the hen clucked and the chicks peeped and the turkeys gobbled and the pigs grunted and the cow mooed and the sheep baaed because little Clara Clay had come to Paper-Farm. The farmer came hurrying out of the barn to see why the rooster crowed and the hen clucked and the chicks peeped and the turkeys gobbled and the pigs grunted and the cow mooed and the sheep baaed. " Why, here is my dear little niece ! " cried the farmer, and he laughed and laughed because he was so glad that little Clara had come to Paper-Farm. He showed her all over the garden and let her use his garden tools. Clara was asking her uncle why the vegetables and flowers were all so white and so flat, when she heard some one talking in a high, little, crackling voice as thin as paper. She looked all round the field but could see no one. " That's your Aunt Paper," said the farmer, " and it's an invitation for you to stay to dinner." Clara turned around and saw the farmhouse door was open and in the doorway stood a thin little paper lady and close behind her were two little paper chil- dren. They all bowed so low that their sunbonnets and hat hit the floor with a thin, crackling sound. " Of course they must be my aunt and cousins," thought Clara as she followed Uncle Paper into the house. The children told her their names were Polly and Peter. Peter placed a chair for Clara at one side of a long paper table. " Have some bread ? " Polly asked in a sweet, thin tone. Clara took a piece, but it was so thin she thought she would have to ask for more. She looked all around the table, for riding had made her hungry. The chicken, the potatoes, the soup, the butter, the bread, the pudding, and even the dishes were cut from paper. "Oh, dear!" sighed Clara to herself; "if I stay long in Paper-Land I shall starve to death or else be as thin as my little cousins Polly and Peter. " My teacher told us all about paper people and Paper-Land. She said : " ' There are some queer people so thin, They are not as thick as a pin. When asked what they eat, they say, " Newspapers sweet," And then all those queer people grin.' ' After dinner the children threw away all the plates and cups and saucers and knives and forks x^^ 12 and spoons. " Oh, why do you do that ? Why don't you wash them?" asked Clara. " It's easy to cut more," answered Polly; "and, besides, no one in Paper-Land ever washes dishes. " Why should we wish To wash a dish ? We cut and paste, And then in haste You see us get A nice new set." Aunt Paper took Clara all over the house and showed her the pretty bedroom that was to be hers that night. " I only hope those stiff sheets won't cut my head off," thought Clara. a Q & y K\ "We must hurry to get ready for the circus!'' called Polly, so Clara and her aunt hurried down- stairs. A trolley-car passed the farm, and, as they were riding, Polly and Peter pointed out their school and church and grandfather's house. " What are those animals running about over there?" thought Clara to herself. "How very large they are ! They must be the elephants I have heard of." "Look, quick!" cried Polly and Peter together. " There are two children ! " " Children ! " said Clara ; " are they a kind of elephant ? " " Indeed, they are not," Polly laughed. " Those are just real live children and their names are Eliza- beth and Bernard." "That is the kind of child who makes us and this car and our houses and barns and animals and our circus," explained Peter. "And our schools, too," sighed Polly. "I should not wonder a bit if they made you, too, Clara Clay," she added. " I hope the car will go near them," said Clara. " I want to see what they are doing. What have they in their hands ? " " Those are paper windmills," answered Polly. " When the children run the wind makes the wheels turn." " Look ! Look ! " screamed Peter. " There are four soldier children ! " The soldiers were marching down the street. One boy was beating a drum — Rat-a-tat-tat ! Rat-a-tat-too ! Rat-a-tat-too ! All the soldiers wore pretty, white soldier caps. Down the street they marched. Left, right ! Left, right ! Rat-a-tat-tat ! Rat-a-tat-too ! " That is the circus *band," explained Peter as the car passed the little soldiers. " I wish we could see more children," sighed Clara, who still looked back at the marching soldiers. " Oh, there is another ! " she cried. " What has that boy, Peter?" " Children call that thing a kite," explained Peter, but we know it is really a big paper bird. It flies best when the wind blows, and we shall see more of them on the circus grounds." " What does the kite bird live on ? " " Wind, just wind," replied Peter. " Suppose it couldn't find any wind ? " Clara asked. " Then it could not fly at all," said Polly. BABCOCK 16 As the car passed the child, he tossed the kite high in the air and shouted : " The wind is just right To fly my kite, With a rush of string, Like a real live thing ! " Up, up toward the sky See my kite fly. Above the tall trees, It sails on the breeze." Away flew the kite bird, and Clara was surprised to see what a long tail it had. As the car turned the next corner they saw an- other boy sailing boats in a big, muddy puddle. " Look ! Look ! " cried Clara, waving her hand to the boy. He took one of his boats from the puddle and held it up for her to see. " Does your paper boat really float, and wouldn't it sink if a wave struck it?" shouted Clara. The boy laughed and called back : " Oh, it's I who am the captain of a little paper boat, A better or a prettier ship you never saw afloat, And if a breeze makes great high waves upon the muddy puddle, The little boat will fly along and to the shore will cuddle." The car flew around another corner, and right before them was the circus. " Such a lot of tents ! " said Polly. " It must be a big show!" A stiff paper guard stood near the gate. " Tickets ! Tickets ! " shouted the guard, holding out both hands. In a moment every one but Clara was handing him a ticket ; they were a great deal larger than the people and had nothing written or printed on them. " I haven't any ticket," Clara said in a low tone, for without a ticket she was sure she could not get into the circus. " Well, who said you did have ! " screamed the guard. " Hurry along and don't block up the gate." "He isn't very polite," thought Clara ; "but, any- way, I'm in." The paper musicians were making a great noise. "Why, those clappers look like paper-weights," said Clara, " and, see — the drums look like pill-boxes ! " " Certainly they do," replied Peter. " Pill-boxes are the best drums in Paper-Land. Listen to the drum- mer's song : " ' Last night I bought me a pill-box drum, Boom, boom, boom ! Who knows, said I, when a war will come? Boom, boom, boom !