Tales of the Toys, Told by Themselves

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Broderip Frances Freeling. Tales of the Toys, Told by Themselves

CHAPTER I. – INTRODUCTORY. THE TURNING OUT OF THE TOY CUPBOARD

CHAPTER II. THE HISTORY OF THE BALL; WITH THE STORY OF THE POOR OLD WIDOW WHO MADE IT

CHAPTER III. THE HOOP'S ROUND OF ADVENTURES

CHAPTER IV. THE FATE OF THE LEADEN TEA-THINGS

CHAPTER V. THE MAKING OF THE KITE BY THE HOME CIRCLE

CHAPTER VI. THE DOLL AND ALL HER MISTRESSES

CHAPTER VII. THE TOY KITCHEN; AND ITS MAKER

CHAPTER VIII. THE FATE OF THE SHUTTLECOCK

CHAPTER IX. WHAT BECAME OF NOAH'S ARK AND ALL ITS BEASTS

CHAPTER X. THE MARBLES AND THEIR PROCEEDINGS

CHAPTER XI. WHY THE ROCKING HORSE RAN AWAY

CHAPTER XII. THE MISHAP OF THE SKIPPING-ROPE

CHAPTER XIII. THE HUMMING TOP'S HISTORY

CHAPTER XIV. THE INTERRUPTION AND CONCLUSION

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"If I were not of a very lively character," remarked the Ball, "I should feel rather shy at making my first appearance as a story teller. But you know all people of my giddy habits are not much given to serious consideration. We make a bold spring and bound down into the middle of a matter, while all the graver folks are nervously trembling on the very brink. And so, instead of beginning at the very first chapter of my story, and telling you that I first grew on an animal's back as skin, and was then turned into leather, I will skip the dry part of my history, and begin with some of my later impressions."

"Now," said the Humming-top, gravely, "I think I must rather protest against this summary way of disposing of some of the most interestin facts respecting your origin. I should like to know a little more about you, my dear friend. Pray indulge us with all the particulars of your early years: your first recollections."

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"'Oh yes, mother,' said Jemmie, her sallow face quite lighted up, 'and we can have another walk in the Park, you know. Only I wish I could walk better, it is such slow work hopping along.'

"'So it is, Jemmie,' replied her mother, sighing, 'but thank God, child, you don't keep your bed; that would break my heart. I hope it'll please Him to spare me that sorrow, and then I'll be contented if you can only crawl like a snail.'

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