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looks her little orphans, as much as to say, “Do, Tommy,– do, Margery, come with me.” They cried, poor things ! and she sighed away her soul, and, I hope, is happy.
It would both have excited your pity and have done heart good, to have seen how fond these two little ones were of each other, and how, hand in hand, they trotted about.
They were both very ragged, and Tommy had two shoes, but Margery had but one. They had nothing, poor things ! to support them but what they picked from the hedges, or got from the poor people, and they slept every night in a barn. Their relations took no notice of them: no, they were rich, and ashamed to own such a poor ragged girl as Margery, and such a dirty curly-pated boy as Tommy.
Mr. Smith was a very worthy clergyman, who lived in the parish where little Margery and Tommy were born; and having a relation come to see him, who was a charitable good man, he sent for these children to him. The gentleman ordered little Margery a new pair of shoes, gave Mr. Smith some money to buy her clothes, and said he would take Tommy, and make him a little sailor; and, accordingly, had a jacket and trowsers made for him.
After some days, the gentleman intended to go to London, and take little Tommy with him. The parting between these two little children was very affecting. They both cried, and they kissed each other an hundred times.
At last Tommy wiped off her tears with the end of his jacket, and bid her cry no more, for that he would come to her again when he returned
As soon as little Margery got up the next morning, which
was very early, she ran all round the village, crying for her brother ; and after some time returned greatly distressed, for he had gone away the night before. However, when the shoemaker came in with her shoes, for which she had been measured by the gentleman's order, she was very much pleased.
Nothing could have supported little Margery under the affliction she was in for the loss of her brother, but the pleasure she took in her two shoes. She ran to Mrs. Smith as soon as they were put on, and stroking down her ragged apron, cried out, “Two Shoes, Ma'm! see Two Shoes!” And so she behaved to all the people she met, and by that means obtained the name of Little Goody Two-Shoes.
Little Margery saw how good and how wise Mr. Smith was, and concluded that this was owing to his great learning, therefore she wanted of all things to learn to read. For this purpose,
she used to meet the little boys and girls as they came from school, borrow their books, and sit down and read till they returned. By this means she soon got more learning than any of her playmates, and laid the following plan for instructing those who were more ignorant than herself. She found that only the following letters were required to spell all the words; but as some of these letters are large, and some small, she with her knife cut out of several pieces of wood ten sets of each of these :
abcdefghijklmnopqrstu v w x y z.
And six sets of these :-
RS T U V W X Y Z.
And having got an old spelling-book, she made her companions set up the words they wanted to spell.
The usual manner of spelling, or carrying on the game, as they called it, was this : suppose the word to be spelt was plumpudding (and who can suppose a better?), the children were placed in a circle, and the first brought the letter p, the next 1, the next u, the next m, and so on till the whole was spelt; and if any one brought a wrong letter, he was to pay a fine, or play
This was their play; and every morning she used to go round to teach the children. I once went her rounds with her, and was highly diverted.
It was about seven o'clock in the morning when we set out on this important business, and the first house we came to was Farmer Wilson's. Here Margery stopped, and ran up to the door,--tap, tap, tap! " Who's there?” “Only little Goody Two-Shoes,” answered Margery, “come to teach Billy.” “Oh, little Goody,” says Mrs. Wilson, with pleasure in her face, “I am glad to see you ! Billy wants you sadly, for he has learned his lesson. Then out came the little boy. “How do, Doody Two-Shoes ?” says he, not able to speak plain. Yet this little boy had learned all his letters; for she threw down the small alphabet mixed together, and he picked them up, called them by their right names, and put them all in order. She then threw down the alphabet of capital letters, and he picked them all up, and having told their names, placed them rightly.
The next place we came to was Farmer Simpson's. wow, wow!”
says the dog at the door. “ Sirrah !” says his mistress, “ why do you bark at little Two-Shoes? Come in,
Madge; here, Sally wants you sadly, she has learned all her lesson.” “ Yes, that's what I have,” replied the little one, in
the country manner ; and immediately taking the letters she set up these syllables :ba be bi bo bu
ma me mi mo mu da de di do du
si and gave them their exact sounds as she composed them; after which she set up the following :
ac ec ic oc uc
ad ed id od ud af ef if of uf
ag eg ig og ug and pronounced them likewise.
After this, little Two-Shoes taught Sally to spell words of one syllable, and she soon set up pear, plum, top, ball, pin, puss, dog, hog, doe, lamb, sheep, ram, cow, bull, cock, hen, and many more.
The next place we came to was Gaffer Cook's cottage. Here a number of poor children were met to learn, and all came round little Margery at once; who having pulled out her letters, asked the little boy next her what he had for dinner. He answered, “Bread.” “Well, then," says she, “ set up the first letter." He put up the B, to which the next added r, and the next e, the next a, the next d, and it stood thus, Bread.
“ And what had you, Polly Comb, for your dinner?” Apple-Pie,” answered the little girl. Upon which the next in turn set up a great A, the two next a p each, and so on till the two words Apple and Pie were united, and stood thus, Apple-Pie. The next had potatoes, the next beef and turnips, which were spelt, with many others, till the game of spelling was finished.
She then set them another task, and we proceeded.
The next place we came to was Farmer Thompson's, where there were a great many little ones waiting for her.
So, little Mrs. Goody Two-Shoes,” says one of them, “where have you been so long ?” “I have been teaching,” says she,
longer than I intended, and am, I am afraid, come too soon for you now." “ No, but indeed you are not,” replied the other; "for I have learned my lesson, and so has Sally Dawson,