Mary Jane: Her Book

Mary Jane: Her Book

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Title: Mary Jane: Her Book
Author: Clara Ingram Judson
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MARY JANE
HER BOOK

BY Clara Ingram Judson
ILLUSTRATED BY Frances White

=CONTENTS=
THE BROKEN DOLL
DON'T CRY OVER SPILLED SUGAR
HELPING THE ROBINS
FATHER'S SECRET
MARY JANE PLAYS SCHOOL
AUNT EFFIE COMES TO VISIT
KEWPIE AND THE WASHING
JUNIOR'S SHOWER BATH
PLAYMATE DOROTHY
LEARNING TO SEW
MAKING READY FOR THE PICNIC
THE PICNIC UP CLEARWATER
GOING SHOPPING
THE PAPER DOLL SHOW
THE BIRTHDAY PARTY
A LETTER AND A TRIP

=ILLUSTRATIONS=
Her little fists were clinched and even her perky plaid hair ribbon
seemed to show amazement
"Here's one that's me!" exclaimed Mary Jane suddenly

She sat down on the biggest rock close by the edge of the creek
There's no need to tell of all the good times at that party

THE BROKEN DOLL
Mary Jane stood on the curbstone and stared into the middle of the
street. Her face was white with fright and the tears which had not as yet
come were close to her big blue eyes. Her little fists were clinched and
even her perky plaid hair ribbon seemed to show amazement.
And wasn't it enough to make any little girl stare? Her big, beautiful
doll, the one that came at Christmas time, lay crushed and broken in the
middle of the street! Its glossy brown hair matted in the dust; its dainty
pink dress torn and dirty and its great brown eyes crushed to powder!
For a full minute Mary Jane stared at the wreck that had been her doll.
Then she turned and ran screaming toward the house.
Mrs. Merrill heard her and met her at the front steps.
"Mary Jane! Dear child!" she cried, "what is the matter? Tell mother
what has happened!"
"My doll! My beautifulest doll!" sobbed Mary Jane, "my Marie
Georgianna is all run over!"
"Surely not, surely not, Mary Jane," said her mother as she picked up
the little girl and sat down, with her on her lap, on the porch steps,
"dolls don't get run over."
"My doll did," said Mary Jane positively, "see?"
Mrs. Merrill looked out into the street and there, sure enough, was the
wreck of the doll.
"Tell me how it happened, dear," said Mrs. Merrill and she gathered her
little girl tighter in her arms as she spoke for she knew that if a doll had
been run over, Mary Jane herself had not missed an accident by so very
much for the doll and the little girl were always close together.
Mary Jane wiped her eyes on her mother's handkerchief, snugged
cozily in the comfortable arms and told her story.
"I was going over to play with Junior like you said I could," she began
(Junior was the little neighbor boy who lived across the street in the big
white house), "and just as I got into the middle of the street I heard a
big, big noisy 'toot-t-t-t-t' way down by Fifth Street--and you know,
mother" (and here Mary Jane sat up straight) "that you always told me
if an automobile was as far away as Fifth Street it was all right--so I

went on across. But this automobile didn't just come; it hurried fast, oh,
so very fast and by the time I was half way across the road it was so
close I just turned around and ran back to the curbstone and I was in
such a hurry I guess I must have dropped my Marie Georgianna!"
"And the automobile ran over her, poor dolly,"