A NEW STORY. 



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it is not new. All right, mammy! They lived in a Httle red house 

 in a deep, dark forest — " 



"Begging your pardon," I said, " they did nothing of the kind; 

 and if you interrupt me again they will stay in my head, and never 

 come out. 



" These three 

 bears," I con- 

 tinued, " lived 

 in a very funny 

 house. The 

 front of it was 

 'open, with bars 

 all across it, so 

 that they could 

 not get out. 

 The house 

 stood in a large 

 park, — a veiy 

 fashionable 

 place indeed, — 

 and the bears 

 saw all the best 

 society. Their 

 names were 

 Daddy Jack, 

 and Mammy 

 Joan, and Baby 

 Betty. Betty 

 parents. She 



often take away her mother's dinner and gobble it up after 

 eating her own. Mammy Joan sometimes gave her a cuff or 

 a push, but not half often enough. Well, one day a little 

 girl came to see the bears. Her name was Silveriocks, of 

 course; all little girls who go to see bears are named Silver- 

 locks ; but she was not lost, nor was she alone, for her nui'se 

 was with her. Now, when the three bears saw Silveriocks they 



was only a year old, and a great pet of her 

 was a round, fat, greedy little thing, and would 



