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might not disturb her, until she heard her mother stir; then, she asked her again, if she might get up; and her mother said she might.
So Lucy got up, and put on her stockings and shoes, and finished dressing herself, and then went to her mother, and asked for some breakfast. Her mother asked her to make her bed, and told her, when it was made, she should then have some breakfast.
Little Lucy began to make her bed, and her mother went into her other closet, to awaken Harry; she said, "Harry! get up!" Harry jumped out of bed in an instant, and put on his trowsers, his jacket, and his shoes; and then he combed his hair, and washed his face and hands, and whilst he was wiping his hands, his mother went down stairs.
As soon as Lucy had eaten the breakfast which her mother given her, she sat down in her little chair, and took her work out of her work bag, and worked some time; then her mother told her she had worked an hour, and that she did not choose she should work any more: so Lucy got up, and brought her work to her mother, and asked her if it was done as it ought to be done.
Her mother said," Lucy, it is done pretty well, for a little girl that is but six years old; I am pleased to see that you have tried to mend the fault which I told you of yesterday:" then Lucy's mother kissed her, and said to her, "put your work into your work bag, and your work bag into its place, and then come back to me." Lucy did as she was desired to do.
Lucy's mother took her little daughter out with her into the fields. As they walked along, Lucy's mother said, "I think I see some pretty flowers there; will you run and gather me a nosegay?" Lucy said, "Yes, mother," and ran away to do what her mother had desired: when she came to the place where the flowers were, she gathered two or three of the prettiest; but when she had them in her hand, she perceived that they had no smell in them, so she went to a great many more, and at last she found some that had a sweet smell, and she gathered some of them, and was taking them to her mother, when she saw some honey-suckles, that were very sweet, and they were very pretty too; she was glad she had found them, because she knew her mother liked them; but when she came close to them, she saw they were so high from the ground that she could not reach them.
Lucy did not like to go away without taking some honey suckles to her mother; so she walked about till she came to a place where there was a large stone; she climbed upon it, and gathered as many honey-suckles as she liked.
Whilst she was getting down, she held the flowers fast, for fear that she should drop them, and she felt something priek her finger very sharply; she looked, and she saw a large bee drop down off one of the honey-suckles, which she had squeezed in her hand so she thought she had hurt the bee, and that the bee had stung her, to make her let him go.
Lucy was afraid she had hurt the bee very much, for when she opened her hand, the bee
did not fly away, but dropped down; so she looked for it on the ground, and she soon found it, in some water, trying with its little legs and wings to get out, but it was not strong enough.
Lucy was very sorry for the bee, but she was afraid to touch it, lest she should hurt it again, or that it should hurt her. She thought a little while what she could do, and then she got a large stalk of a flower, and put it close to the bee, and as soon as the bee felt it, he clasped his legs round it, and Lucy raised the stalk, with the bee upon it, gently from the wet ground, and laid the bee upon a large flower that was near her.
The bee was sadly covered with dirt, but as soon as he felt that he was standing upon his legs again, he began to stretch his wings, and to clean himself, and to buz a little upon the flower. Lucy was glad to see that the bee did not seem to be much hurt, and she took up her nosegay, and ran as fast as she could to her mother; but the finger which the bee had stung was very sore.
She met her mother coming to her, who wondered what had made her stay so long; and when Lucy had told her what had happened, she said, "I thank you, my dear, for getting me so sweet a nosegay, and I am very sorry you have been hurt in doing it; I am sure you did not intend to hurt the poor little bee; we will walk home now, and I will put some hartshorn to your finger, and that will lessen the pain you feel."
Lucy said," indeed, mother, I did not intend to hurt the bee; I did not know that it was in my hand; but when I am going to gather flow
ers another time, I will look, to see if there are any bees upon them."
When Lucy's mother got home, some hartshorn was put to Lucy's finger, and soon after it grew easier; and her mother said to Lucy, "I am going to be busy; if you like it, you may go into the garden till dinner time.". Lucy thanked her mother, and ran into the garden.
After breakfast, Harry's father took him out to walk; they had not walked far, before it began to rain; they made haste to a blacksmith's shop that was near, and stood under the shed before the door. A farmer came riding to the shop, and asked the blacksmith to put a shoe upon his horse; he said the horse had just lost a shoe a little way off, and would be lamed, if he went further on the stones without a shoe.
"Sir," said the blacksmith, "I cannot shoe your horse; I have not iron enough. I have sent to town for some iron, but the person I have sent, will not be back before night."
Perhaps," said the farmer, "you have an old shoe that may be made to fit my horse." The smith had none. Little Harry, hearing him say so, told his father, that he thought he could find a shoe for the farmer's horse.
His father asked him where he thought he could find a shoe. He said that he had observed something as they came along, which looked 'like a horse shoe. His father begged the farmer to wait a little while; and then, as the rain had ceased, he walked with Harry on the road
by which they came to the blacksmith's; and Harry looked very carefully; after some time, he found the horse shoe, and brought it back to the smith's shop; but it was not fit to be put again upon the horse's foot, as it had been bent by a wagon wheel, which had gone over it.
The farmer thanked Harry; and the blacksmith said, he wished that every little boy was as attentive and as useful. He now began to blow his large bellows, which made a roaring noise, and the wind came out of the pipe of the bellows among the coals upon the hearth, and the coals became red, and by degrees, the fire became hotter and hotter, and brighter and brighter.
The smith put the old iron horse shoe into the fire, and after some time it became red, and hot, like the coals; and when the smith thought that the iron was hot enough, he took it out of the fire with a pair of tongs, and put it upon the anvil, and struck it with a heavy hammer. Harry saw that the iron became soft by being made red hot; and he saw that the smith could hammer it into whatever shape he pleased.
When the smith had made the shoe of a proper size and shape, he made some nails to fasten the shoe on the horse's foot.
While the smith was making the nails, the shoe lay on the ground near to the anvil; Harry wanted to take it up, to look at it; but he would not meddle with it without leave.
Another little boy came into the shop, who stooped down, and took up the shoe in his hand; but he quickly let it drop, roaring out violently,