Publisher's violet sand-grain cloth over boards, blocked in gold and blind; Inscribed Joseph Brown Thompson - a Christmas gift from his father December 25th 1868 on upper free endpaper

Excerpt: There was once a poor widow who lived in a cottage with her son Jack He was young and heedless and had never done any work At last the times grew she saw that to get food they must sell their cow.

Marbled wrappers; Illustrations are hand-colored

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Excerpt: PUSS IN Boots A miller lay dying he made his last will He left his three sons his eat ass and mill to the eldest the mill to the second the ass the third had the cat and he cried out Alas I must starve now unless I Take pussy to eat...

Excerpt: ELVES AND FAIRIES. On summer evenings after old mister Sunhas sent up his last golden rays to the fleecy clouds and the gentle dusk of evening settles over all the tiny fireflies creep up to the tops of the blades of grass,...

Excerpt: THERE was something about Ferdinand Frog that made everybody smile...

Description based on: 1973/1974 ; Issued as part of the Bulletin of University of Scranton

Catalogs, College ; University of Scranton. Graduate School

Excerpt: THE LITTLE RED BALLOON. ONCE there was a Prince whose name was Littleboy and in all his rooms and rooms full of toys for princes have a great many toys you know the toy he liked the very best was a little red balloon.

Picture books for children ; Children's prose poems

Gift of Waldo H. Hunt; Quarter green cloth and illustrated paper over boards

Excerpt: RED RIDING-HOOD. ONCE upon a time there lived on the borders of a great forest a woodman and his wife who had one little daughter, a sweet, kind child, whom every one loved. She was the joy of her mother's heart, and to please her, the good woman made her a little scarlet cloak and hood, and the child looked so pretty in it that everybody called her Little Red Riding- Hood. One day her mother told her she meant to send her to her grandmother a very old woman who...

Excerpt: One time Little Bear came near being carried away to town. It was when he was a weensy baby, before he was big enough to have a porridge bowl of his own, or a tiny chair, or a wee bed upstairs.