Identifier: stnicholasserial4311dodg (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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ver any of us speak of Riley, itis just something good that will be said. And hismother, whatever she may have hoped for whenshe held her baby in her arms, could have hopedfor nothing better than that. As a number of James Whitcomb Rilefs best-knownpoems were originally published in The Centuryand St. Nicholas, a few of these rhymes are herereprinted from the files of the ttvo magazines—to-gether with the ilhistrations j?iade for them at thetime when they first appeared.—editor. MISTER HOP-TOAD (Reprinted from St. Nicholas for November, 1897) HowDY, Mister Hop-Toad ! Glad to see you out!Bin a month o Sundays sence I seen youhereabout. Kind o bin a-layin in, from the frost and snow?Good to see you out agin, its bin so long ago !Plows like slicin cheese, and sod s loppin overeven; Loams like gingerbread, and clodss softer ndeceivin— Mister Hop-Toad, \\on&?,t-\.r\x&—Springtime— dont you love it ?You old rusty rascal you, at the bottom of it! I9i6.) BOOKS AND READING 361
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