Identifier: stnicholasserial371dodg (find matches)
Title: St. Nicholas (serial)
Year: 1873 (1870s)
Authors: Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905
Subjects: Children's literature
Publisher: (New York : Scribner & Co.)
Contributing Library: Information and Library Science Library, University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill
Digitizing Sponsor: University of North Carolina at Chapel Hill

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cried Alex. And then, while the crowd about him relievedits pent-up feelings in wild shouts and hurrahs,Alex quickly explained the order to stop the train. And now three good cheers for the littleoperator, said one of the passengers as Alexclosed his key. In confusion Alex drew back inhis chair, then suddenly recollecting the otherswho had taken part in the nights work, he toldthe superintendent of the part played by Mr.Moore and his sons, and of the sacrifice of Mrs.Moores new wash-boiler. And then there was the man on the horse, whotold us of the slide in the cut across the river.He was the real one to save the Mail, said Alex,modestly. I see you are as fair as you are ingenious,said the superintendent, smiling. We 11 lookafter them all, you may be sure. And by thefirst express Mrs. Moore shall have two, insteadof one, of the finest boilers money can buy.And as for you, my boy, we 11 have a placefor you at division headquarters just as soon asyou are old enough to take it. -^jv ^ 7
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.—~~=T; Of 3 I BY EVA L. OGDEN UT in merrie old England,In the days of long ago,Down in the county of Sussex,In the village of Piddinghoe,There was hurry and flurry and worry,Folk scurrying to and fro. There was grumbling and scolding and crying, a terrible hullabaloo.T was time to start the procession,—and the Mayor had lost his shoe! His brand-new shoe, most brave to behold, Of scarlet leather broidered with gold. In the inn-porch he sat, like the ancient John, With one shoe off and one shoe on. It was tight, so he d slipped it off for a bit, And lay back in his chair to think;He vowed that he had nt closed his eyes, So he could nt have slept for a wink; Vol. XXXVII. -16. 122 THE LEGEND OF PIDDINGHOE (Dec,

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