“What leaves?” asked Tommy.
“The new ones, to be sure!” said the New Year. “I hear bad accounts of you from my Daddy – ”
“Who is your Daddy?” asked Tommy.
“The Old Year, of course!” said the boy. “He said you asked too many questions and I see he was right. He says you are greedy, too, and that you sometimes pinch your little sister, and that one day you threw your reader into the fire. Now, all this must stop.”
“Oh, must it?” said Tommy. He felt frightened, and did not know just what to say.
The boy nodded. “If it does not stop,” he said, “you will grow worse and worse every year, till you grow up into a Horrid Man. Do you want to be a Horrid Man?”
“N-no!” said Tommy.
“Then you must stop being a horrid boy!” said the New Year. “Take your leaves!” and he held out a packet of what looked like copy-book leaves, all sparkling white, like his own clothes.
“Turn over one of these every day,” he said, “and soon you will be a good boy instead of a horrid one.”
Tommy took the leaves and looked at them. On each leaf a few words were written. On one it said, “Help your mother!” On another, “Don’t pull the cat’s tail!” On another, “Don’t eat so much!” And on still another, “Don’t fight Billy Jenkins!”
“Oh!” cried Tommy. “I have to fight Billy Jenkins! He said – ”
“Good-by!” said the New Year. “I shall come again when I am old to see whether you have been a good boy or a horrid one. Remember,
“Horrid boy makes horrid man;
You alone can change the plan.”
He turned away and opened the window. A cold wind blew in and swept the leaves out of Tommy’s hand. “Stop! stop!” he cried. “Tell me – ” But the New Year was gone, and Tommy, staring after him, saw only his mother coming into the room. “Dear child!” she said. “Why, the wind is blowing everything about.”
“My leaves! My leaves!” cried Tommy; and jumping out of bed he looked all over the room, but he could not find one.
“Never mind,” said Tommy. “I can turn them just the same, and I mean to. I will not grow into a Horrid Man.” And he didn’t.
GRANDMOTHER’S ALPHABET
The Ant is so busy
It makes her quite dizzy,
She says that her head
Goes whirl-around-whizzy.
The Bunny is funny;
He cannot make honey,
Nor write with a pen,
Nor shoot with a gunny.
The Cow is not able
To sit at the table,
And so we must send her
To eat in the stable.
The Duck goes a-quacking
And clicking and clacking,
And eats all she finds
From beeswax to blacking.
The Elephant mighty
Can not find his nighty!
It makes him feel nervous,
And fractious and flighty.
The Fish has no wish
To be put in a dish,
So he’s off like a flash
With a swishety-swish.
The Goose has no use
For an Indian pappoose,
So she looks at it sadly,
And says, “What’s the use?”
The Hen lays an egg,
And stands on one leg,
And says, “Cut-ker-dah-cut!
Observe me, I beg!”
The Ibis is pretty,
But not very witty;
And when he is tired
He plays with the kitty.
The Jaguar so cruel
Was killed in a duel,
And left his poor wife
To eat nothing but gruel.
The kind Kangaroo
Has so little to do,
That he talks to the Moolly
And tries to say “Moo!”
The Lizard goes sighing,
And sobbing and crying,
Because his poor tail
Got shrunk in the dyeing.
The Moose is all humpy,
And grumpy and lumpy,
And if you say, “Boo!”
He is off with a thumpy.
The Newt has a neighbor
Who fights with a sabre,
And when he has conquered
He beats on a tabor.
The Owl and the Oyster
Went off for a royster,
And when they came back
They were put in a cloister.
The Pig bought a carrot
To give to his parrot:
But Poll was so frightened
She hid in the garret.
The Queen in her crown
And velvety gown,
She went to the circus,
And laughed at the clown.
The Ram and the Rattle-
Snake had a great battle:
For each called the other
A tittlety-tattle.
The Stork had a fancy
To go to a dancy,
But people said, “No!
You are rather too prancy!”
The timorous Tapir
Was reading the paper,
And found that his aunt
Had married a draper.
The Unicorn tried
On a camel to ride,
But there came a sad fall
To himself and his pride.
The Viper is vain,
And cannot explain
Why people persist so
In calling him plain.
The Woodchuck is wealthy,
And hearty and healthy:
But sometimes his movements
Are snooping and stealthy.
The Xiphias perks his
Head up to see Xerxes:
And thinks him much finer
Than Tartars or Turkses.
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