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36 Works of Robert Gordon Anderson

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(N05) The Toyman

Story type: Literature

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Farmer Green has a man who helps him plough, feed the cows and horses, and with all the work on the farm. His name is Frank, but Jehosophat, Marmaduke, and Hepzebiah call him “the Toyman.” Winter nights around the fire he makes wonderful toys for them. His knife is like a fairy’s wand. With it […]

(N03) Noisy Folks

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Do you remember what we were telling about last night when that little tongue told us to stop? The little tongue in the Clock-with-the-Wise-Face on the mantel? Oh yes, the first cousins of the chickens who lived in the yard of the three happy children. Their first cousins are called ducks. Most of them are […]

In the afternoon the sun grows tired of his hot walk across the sky. Beyond the Green farm are the blue hills behind which he sleeps each night. When he is almost there the three happy children go down to the barn to watch their four-footed friends come home. Sometimes Frank, the hired man who […]

Not once upon a time but just now, in a white house by the side of a road, live three happy children. Their mother and father gave them very odd names, for two old uncles and one aunt, which pleased the old people very much. Their names are all written in the big family Bible,–Jehosophat […]

The three happy children have many playmates, who live in the barnyard. Some have four feet and some only two, but these have two wings besides to make up for the missing feet. Jehosophat, Marmaduke, and Hepzebiah like the dogs best. And just as there are three children so there are three dogs. Let’s shake […]

In the door of the workshop stood the three happy children, watching the Toyman. It was one of the very nicest places on the whole farm. Tools of all sorts, bright and sharp, lay on the table. Lumber of every kind lay piled against the walls. The shelves were filled with cans of paint. All […]

All stories should have an ending. It’s fine, isn’t it, when they end happily? And this story of the Orioles did end happily–oh, so happily! It was this way, you see. The little grey house on the elm was finished. It hung down from the end of the green branch, under the leaves. It looked […]

Jehosophat and Marmaduke were whispering together. “Let’s try it,” said Jehosophat. “An’ see what happens,” added Marmaduke. So they tiptoed into the House of the White Wyandottes and placed the big duck’s eggs in with the smaller eggs under the setting hen. Mother Hen did not like that, oh no! She stirred in her nest. […]

“Tell me a story–a fairy story,” said Jehosophat to his Mother. The three happy children loved really true stories and fairy stories too. Sometimes they wanted one, sometimes the other. Sometimes the Toyman mixed his stories up so it was hard to tell which they were. This morning it was spring. The sun was warm […]

Jehosophat, Marmaduke, and Hepzebiah were very happy as they watched the fairy story of the flowers. They were happier still because they helped it grow. But of course that did not take all of their time. So one morning when Marmaduke had eaten up all of his oatmeal and the cream, which Buttercup had given […]

The Toyman sat by the pond under the “Crying Tree.” That is what Marmaduke calls it, though the Toyman says it is a weeping willow. It’s leaves are a very pretty green, much lighter than the leaves of the other trees. And the branches bend over till they reach the water. They really do look […]

(N07) Mr. Scarecrow

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Under the big oak by the brook sat the three happy children with Rover, Brownie, and little yellow Wienerwurst. They were watching the Toyman cut the ripe corn. “Isn’t that funny?” said Jehosophat. “What’s funny?” asked Marmaduke. “Wot’s funny?” repeated Hepzebiah. “Oh! I was just thinking,” said Jehosophat, “how he seems just Frank when he’s […]

(N18) The Jolly Clown

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Marmaduke was lost. There was such a crowd around those tents! He wriggled between lots of pairs of legs, but nowhere could he find the Toyman’s. Near the door of the tent stood a man with a big black moustache, and a silk hat on his head. He was selling tickets. The Toyman went up […]

(N16) Sloshin’

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Of course Marmaduke grew well again, and back from Uncle Roger’s came Jehosophat and Hepzebiah. They came back in the old creaking buckboard with Methuselah the old, old white horse, and the Toyman. No sooner had they jumped to the ground than Marmaduke asked, very proudly: “Where do you think I’ve been?” “You’ve been sick.” […]

Mother Green and Father Green were fast asleep in the White-House-with-the-Green-Blinds. The Toyman was fast asleep too. Rover and Brownie and Wienerwurst lay curled up in their kennels, with their eyes tight shut. On their poles in their house all the White Wyandottes perched like feathery balls, their heads sunk low on their breasts. On […]

Marmaduke had played too long in the snow. He was very wet. He was very cold. And he felt very funny and hot all over. “Mother, my throat’s got a rubber ball stuck in it,” he said. Mother looked at it. “No, dear, there’s no rubber ball there, but your throat’s all swollen and there […]

Once, twice, thrice nodded Marmaduke’s head. The red flames of the fire kept dancing, dancing all the time. Very bright looked the little sleigh at the foot of the bed, very brave the tiny reindeer. But look! Something moved–just a little. The “nigh” little reindeer was stamping his foot and tossing his antlers. And the […]

(N13) The Tall Enemy

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It was the first snowfall. The grey sky was filled with little white feathers dancing down–down–down. “Look at the snowflakes,” exclaimed the three happy children, all in one breath. “Yes,” said their Mother, “the snow has come. In the spring and summer Mother Earth works very hard. It takes so much of her strength, feeding […]

It is odd about Grownups–how mistaken they can be, how sadly mistaken. Now for instance, they will insist there are only four seasons when, as every one who has lived in Boyland knows, there are scores more than that. There’s Sled-time;Ball-time;Marble-time;Top-time;Kite-time;Garden-time;Hay-time;Harvest-time;Grape-time;Nut-time;Pumpkin-Pie-time;anda timefor Hunting strawberries, elderberries, or red rasps; for orioles to move, for shad to […]

The Big Bobsled

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Teddy the Buckskin Horse and Hal the Red Roan had just come in the yard. They were drawing a big load of lumber from the mill which stood in the woods on the north branch of the River. Just before he unloaded the boards and planks back by the barn, the Toyman picked out a […]

The Jolly Roger

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Marmaduke thought he knew now what it meant to be in jail. For three whole days he had had to stay in the house. For three whole days and nights, too, it had rained–“rained pitchforks.” That is what Father said, but Marmaduke could see nothing but prongs. There were thousands of them, coming down through […]

Mr. Sun must have known that it was Jehosophat’s birthday, he made it so bright, not too sunny nor yet too cool. The three children, Mother, Father, and the Toyman, were all crowding about something which stood in front of the barn. The three tails of three doggies wagged as if they thought it was […]

By the fire sat the Toyman. He must have been seeing things in the flames, for he kept looking, looking all the time. He was all alone, for Father and Mother Green had gone to town to see a fine wedding. It was not often that they stayed out so late, but this was a […]

The Little Lost Fox

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Marmaduke was sitting on the fence. He wasn’t thinking of anything in particular, just looking around. Jehosophat called to him from the barnyard,– “Come’n an’ play ‘I spy.’” But Marmaduke only grumbled,– “Don’t want to.” “Well, let’s play ‘Cross Tag’ then,” Jehosophat suggested. “Don’t want to,” repeated his brother again, not very politely. Jehosophat thought […]

There was much excitement in the Red Schoolhouse. Examinations were over; books laid aside. And the walls re-echoed to thrilling sounds,–to happy voices and shuffling feet, to poetry, marches, and songs. They were practising for Commencement, for Closing Day. And at home the parents were busy, too, making white dresses and sashes for the girls, […]

Ole Man Pumpkin

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It was October, and the cornfield was deserted and bare. Jehosophat and Marmaduke could remember it as a more beautiful picture. For there, in the Summer, an army had camped, the great army of the corn, with tassels and tall yellow spears, and bright green banners waving and tossing in the wind. But when Fall […]

Birthdays are always important events, but some are more important than others. The most important of all, of course, is one you can’t remember at all–the zero birthday, when you were born. After that, the fifth, I suppose, is the red letter day. A boy certainly begins to appreciate life when he gets to be […]

Uncle Roger lived in town, quite a distance from the home of the Three Happy Children. When they walked, Marmaduke’s short legs took one whole hour to reach it; Jehosophat’s, forty-five minutes; though the Toyman’s long shanks could cover the ground in fifteen. But then he could go ever so fast. However, they usually rode, […]

Two O’ Cat

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It was hard to be called a “kid”–harder still to be left out of the game. And, besides, it wasn’t fair. Marmaduke knew he could catch that ball as well, and hit it as often as any of them. This is the way it began:– That morning Jehosophat had gone with the Toyman to Sawyer’s […]

The Fairy Lamp

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Once in about every so often, it seems, little boys just have to get sick. Sometimes it is their own fault; sometimes the fault of the weather; and sometimes there doesn’t seem to be any reason at all–except maybe germs. And who ever saw a real live germ walking around, except, perhaps, doctors looking through […]

In front of the White House with the Green Blinds by the Side of the Road was the Canal; and beyond the Canal the River. They always flowed along side by side, and Marmaduke thought they were like two brothers. The Canal was the older brother, it was always so sure and steady and ready […]

The Peppermint Pagoda

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After Marmaduke and Wienerwurst, Ping Pong, Sing Song, and Ah See, had scooted down the long hole for a few thousand miles or so, they began to see light below them, a little circle of blue, just at the other end, on the other side of the world. When their long journey was over, they […]

When The Door Opened

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And of course Tomorrow came, as it always does–only to become Today. Jehosophat didn’t climb on the chair that morning. There was no need of making black marks with his pencil, when that red number, 25, stood out above all the others, so bright in its scarlet splendor. As a matter of fact, the children […]

By this time you should have noticed, if you ever stop to think, that Marmaduke was quite a traveller. It was really remarkable the trips and voyages that boy took–not only to the town, and Apgar’s Woods, and the Leaning Mill on Wally’s Creek, but to the South Seas, The Cave of the Winds, the […]

The Norway Spruce

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The Three Happy Children were looking at the calendar. It was a large one which had been given to Father by Silas Drown who kept the Hardware Store. On it was a picture of a meadow, with a green brook running through it; and people were haying in the meadow. It was undoubtedly a beautiful […]

He That Took the City

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Marmaduke trudged up the road. And the road went up, up, up the hill. First he thought that road was like a great worm, always squirming ahead of him, but then he decided that, although it twisted, it didn’t squirm, it was too still for that. After all, it was more like a ribbon, a […]