enario wrong but I remember at the end of last year after we had gone through the same process a year ago that certain legislators had accused us of not adhering to the law and the design and they went to the drawing board and they tried to create their own solution to make sure it didn't happen again and one of the arguments that we were hearing at the time, for example on chiropractic is that out of pocket could be the vast majority of what the actual charge is for the visit and do you really want somebody going to a much higher cost provider that might be prescribing opiates or something like that just because it would cost them less out of pocket so that was one of the discussions that I remember having and I think the senate version of the original draft had a limit of 50% of the actual office visit and at the end of the day the final language in the bill was 50 range and I just don't feel comfortable going through that whole exchange again and it's not that I would feel uncomfortable if I felt positively that it was the right decision but I just look at it and I know some people question chiropractic effectiveness but when I owned a distribution business I had two gentlemen who worked for me that would have missed a lot of work if they hadn't gotten to see their chiropractor and so I've never had to see a chiropractor in my life but as an employer I saw how it enabled those two men to come to work on a daily basis and be very productive so I would like since it's not going to affect the actual value of the metal levels to at least have the board consider it but I don't know where the other members are so I need to hear from you I'm happy to jump in it seems to me like this is a not uncommon occurrence where the legislative intent to as you said Kevin ensure that the chiropractic copay was accessible givens or the frequency of visits and where those payment amounts are kind of collides with the actual statutory text which set a percentage amount and it was very helpful to me to read a report that was submitted by Diva last year to the legislature that kind of went through the where the expected copays would be which are lower than where it turns out they ended up because of the way the AB calculator works and updates and stuff like that but so that's really my preview to say I think I would be supportive of moving those copays for those three plans to the 125% level so that we are meeting the statutory and really what we're saying is rounding up to the nearest $5 right Dan? Yes. Yeah. So I'd be supportive of that. What other board members? Well I will defer I mean I wasn't here for that whole Act 7 issue and whatever the consensus of the board was it has more experience through this than I did to support that. I'm also supportive of a lower copay for those. I would just say just to be clear is that at least when I did the math for the bronze deductible without RX limit it still puts it in the $50 range which was at least in terms of one of our comments folks were hoping to see the copay be below that which is not I think is just not able to happen with the statutory language so I just wanted to say that out loud so that I don't think this fix fixes the problem totally but I think it's what we would be able to do to help meet the legislative intent within what they actually wrote. Okay so before I open it up to public comment I just want to state what I think might be the motion so that the public could comment on that and I think what the motion might be I know we make the motions myself so I'm just guessing here but I think that what the motion would be and Robin will correct me if I'm incorrect is that we would approve the designs as brought forth to us by Diva with the one change being moving the copays for chiropractic and PT to the lower 125% range rounding off to the $5 interval. Have I got that right Robin? Yes although I think the other piece we should include in the motion which is unrelated to that issue would be the forerunners discussed on slide 21 which would be after the alternative from the deductible plan and approval for out of pocket changes as proposed regardless of whether it fits within the prior guidance. Correct. Okay does any board member have anything to say before we open it up to the public? If not at this time I'll open the discussion to the public for any comments. Please direct them to me. Yes Walton. I just want to thank Tom for his comment about the over 400%. He made a really good point about people being out on their own. I hear that all the time in my being out in the real world or beyond the bubble here. He hit the cliff. Yes. That's something I think we should or should be pursued more. Other comments? Well this is a very quiet crowd. Thank you. Robin would you like to make a motion? Yes I would. I would like that we move to approve the plan designs as brought forth by the Department of Vermont Health Access and described on page 20 of the slide deck with a change of moving the copayments for card and private physical therapy to 125% of the primary care copayment to a $5 increment and to approve a move to the alternative plan design for the bronze deductible plan with the prescription drug limit if the federal government modifies the out of pocket maximum making that a requirement and to approve the out of pocket maximum changes as proposed on slide 20 regardless of whether the previous guidance would require it or not. Okay before we get a second I just want to ask Addie and Dana have we got it right? Yes I would like one clarification was the motion to move the CHIRO and PT copayments for the three plans in question? Yes. Not across the board but for the silver and bronze in the two bronze deductible plans. Thank you. Okay is there a second? I put up a summary of that. Okay is there any further discussion by the board? I would just like to say one thing before we vote which is that I think this process is a hard process because it's very technical it's very bounded by federal law quite frankly the good part of it is that it's very well done through a stakeholder process before it comes to us but quite frankly the bronze plan I call the population health management ratio and it was a requirement that one care must fund its other population health management and payment reform programs and specifically outlined the value based incentive fund the basic one care PMPM the complex care coordination program and the PCP conference of payment form pilot in Vermont at no less than 3.1% of its overall budget 3.1% the overall budget as calculated here was both the benchmarks for our programs the gross targets and other operating revenues essentially that we receive as any contributions from the payers and the participation fees and that is the denominator and the calculation and the numerator are those expenses so the reason I'm here today discuss this one is that while all the programs have been rolled out in the design of the budget presentation meaning that we've executed them in the way that they were presented to you a little over a year ago for a number of reasons the PHM spending ratio ended up being a little bit less than 3.1% yes 3.1% I can explain those here alright so I mentioned that the overall budget so it uses that those benchmarks and just from a functional standpoint this one's an interesting calculation in that both the numerator and the denominator are variables in this the total budget changes with our benchmark any attribution attrition we experience throughout the year so that's a moving target too and the actual PHM spending the blueprint replacement funding was excluded from the budget order so I've done my calculations accordingly and these are current pre-audit financial estimates with the total overall budget 626.8 million and the total eligible PHM expense 15.4 million the next grid down below itemizes the variance by the different initiative that is applicable to give you the context here of some of the numbers and then I'll explain them each and the primary driver behind each of these variances that we're seeing so care coordination came in under the budget level there's a couple themes that we'll be recurring through the talking points here but two primary factors that drove this variance the first was lower than expected attribution we've talked about this here in the past where the blue cross in particular attribution came in significantly lower than we had modeled in the budget the other factor or one other factor that is material is that we had a delayed start to the UVM Medical Center self-funded plan those payments began after Q1 so beginning in April that causes really two delays one is that we just didn't have any payments in the first quarter but there's certainly ramp up for these new programs when you get your population into the high and very high risk categories it takes some time for that level 3 engagement to take place and that also resulted in some spending below the budget level last I did and there's not a bullet point here but we did have some estimates in the budget for that level 3 engagement of care coordination across all programs I think it was a learning that we had but a pretty aggressive engagement rate and we haven't quite hit that rate I think it's a good target for us to keep striving towards but our actual engagement has been a little bit below the estimate that was incorporated into the budget model next we have the comprehensive payment reform pilot this budget was $1.8 million and that was really built to accommodate ten practice sites that we had modeled as being in the network in all three programs and independent only three ended up joining the pilot which actually was an outcome that was totally acceptable and that there were three great sites two of which were really some of the larger one of which was the largest and then another one was at the upper size threshold so it's not like we spent three tenths of the funding but just three of the larger sites and really the budget variance here reflects this lower participation in the program there's a balance to be struck that I had which was we had this budget number in here we had fewer practices absolutely want to invest in the practices but need to do so in a sustainable manner and if we unlocked the full budget amount to those practices my fear was that we over found this work in a way that wasn't going to be sustainable long term and it resulted in us needing to pull back I did not want that outcome so we essentially left unfunded dollars in the table that was part of the modeling I did to determine whether or not we could hit the reserve requirement kind of naturally as I knew there was going to be some savings in this area in fact and in that into the calculations the value based incentive fund you'll know is basically on budget but just mentioning it here as it's one of the program components just to bring it up as we're getting close to our 2018 have our final numbers in the books we accrue and set aside in this restricted account essentially the full amount that were required to hold aside by the contract so it's a percentage of the total benchmarks with a half a percent or one and a half percent of it on the payer program ultimately we get a score quality score at the end of the year and that results in a certain amount being just paid out to the network and then there's a remainder that is either split and payback to the payer or retain for investment for future quality initiatives this number that I have in here is the full amount that we've accrued since we do not have that split so just to make sure everyone knows and understands that piece the last category here are the community program investments in here are the Howard center sash pilot with the embedded mental health and the sash housing programs the regional clinical representatives which we pay out to each community to have a clinical liaison essentially one care month and then rise Vermont the biggest component of the budget variance was driven by rise Vermont and the roll out much of the funding that one care it pays for rise Vermont and invest in rides Vermont is related to local program coordinators that the the entities in each community higher and when they hire those positions one care matches some of their salary to help roll out this initiative statewide so as those communities hire those positions we began to match the funds and thus had much higher costs in the second half of the year yet there were still and there was still a budget variance the other component of the budget that came in under on the cost side was the amplify grants so basically once the program coordinator is in place each community they're coming up with ideas for how to engage in prevention and wellness in their area and then we give them access to these amplify grants to do innovative and fun ideas that rise Vermont can speak to better than I can and basically you got to have the position in place first before these grants start so we also started to see those escalate in the second half of the year alright so then the request ultimately when I look at where we landed 2018 with preliminary numbers we ended up with a phm ratio of about 2.5% so we're a little bit below that threshold in the budget order again the important point at least for me and this is why I'm confident coming here to say this is that we've rolled out the programs in their designed manner and the manner of the budget presentation that we submitted to you a year ago a year and a half almost it was really the variance or the not meeting this budget order was driven by changes to attribution participation and the timing of the program rollout particularly for the self-funded and rise Vermont and then just in terms of the linkage between these two orders in some cases the savings here did help us contribute to the reserves and avoided further increases in the hospital invoices I'll pause there I'm just curious about the management of the budget for rise Vermont is that in the hands of one care do you see the whole picture in terms of what your contribution is to and what the local share is increasingly yes I'd say in 2018 the exact path for rise Vermont and the fork in the road was really to be a completely independent organization doing its own financial management its own budgeting but having some investments into one care was one path the other path was more of an integrated model into one care's population health strategy and fulfilling that quadrant one objective in 2019 it's much more towards that second avenue which is having rise Vermont more integrated into one care and thus having certainly more insight and control over the financial arrangement the second one is what I understood it to be and it sounds like there's been some transitional issues in 2018 into 2019 I would say that there's just the transition from being a singular community model to a statewide model had just ordinary growing pains that you go through to figure out how you make this sleep so I got the impression that the rise Vermont budget came in hot relative to what the expectation was can you give me a sense of how much that was the rise Vermont budget if my memory serves me well for 2018 was I believe 1.1 million and I have this number in front of me but I think the spending in that year was in the ballpark of 700,000 other questions from the board? yeah this one's a little more concerning because I totally understand that things didn't gear up as fast as they could have and things like that and so you came in at a lower percentage but we haven't seen your full 18 budget but you're obviously alluding that you're going to be break even with providing for the reserve and this wouldn't be the place of the savings you've got 4 million of savings well it went somewhere I know part of it I think your top line didn't come in as high as you thought but it's offsetting the reserves and legal and things like that that's where it's concerning and that's why there's a percentage to kind of say we're staying at the 3.1% so that the dollars that you get in are being spent towards this really important program so I guess for me it really it happened you closed your books you're at 2.5% there's not a lot that we can do I think about the past but it would really be a caution for the future that I definitely wouldn't want to put up this contributed to reserves and things like that in the future and that there were savings to these programs that offset other expenses so I mean that I feel like we can't really do a lot about what happened last year and I again totally understand there was slow coming to get some of the programs up and running but it would have been great to have put those to the bottom line or put it to reserve or had it dry powder for this year for 2019 rather than to have spent it I feel like we can't do a lot about it I mean you'd either be out of compliance on this but that's what it was and I think here to Kevin's point of knowing more timely and things like that because we didn't have an option to say you're going to be favorable $4 million in this area where should that go or how do you do it so I just think for sure for next year we're really going to want to make sure or I'm going to want to make sure you're not utilizing this as a fund to offset overages yep totally agree and I appreciate this and I did at the time that the budget order came through it still do appreciate what this is intending to do we're coming to you with a budget model that says we're going to invest in these areas in this fashion and I think the budget order is intended to hold us to that and make sure that we do invest in those areas and as promised in the budget presentation we have some ideas for how we can satisfy that in a little bit of a different way because I think this ended up being a technical thing rather than whether or not we actually fulfilled our obligations under these program models and welcome a conversation on that front but I totally agree with what you're saying Tom one thing is that we try to give the earliest that we could probably vote on this would be March 13th it's a pretty packed day which would take us to March 20th we could do it on the 13th for the timing issues for you really the only timing issue is particular to the reserve component at some point if I need to get to 2.2 I need to invoice the hospital so that they know that this is coming I think based on that timing it's okay I can kind of inform them at the next finance committee that it's it will be resolved and the date actually might align just fine with that so when you say the date the 13th would be preferable I'd have to look at the calendar to see if that's before our next finance committee no no I think that would be fine are there other questions before I open it up to the public I'll just say that we will be taking public comment and get on the site so would anybody like to offer a comment or question today? Dale I read it through last night and sorry it hit me as a puzzle there was a lot of time choice it hit me as a puzzle when I've read this last night because I'm watching money flow around in the sense of we want to change what our reserves are I'm not sure if I'm using the right term we want to go to the 1.2 or 1.4 million from the 2.2 or 2.4 million and I don't have any information as to is that an adequate reserve I don't have anything that really gives me much guidance in terms of were you here when Maureen gave her explanation about the re-insurance agreement whatever you want to call it and how that go away from the need for the higher amount I may have missed it because I came in late sure yeah and I'll actually give you two things one when they originally did their budget they had in 1.5 million reserve for allowance for re-insurance and we increased the total reserve to 2.2 million and still increased them to go out and get re-insurance they did get re-insurance for 700,000 and now they're putting in a reserve for 1.4 million so that is 2.1 million of the 2.2 that was requested and the other piece just as a reminder is the hospitals really hold the reserve the main part of the risk and would have to pay that out should they risk corridors barring in 2019 when there are a couple hospitals that these guys are going to cover if the worst case happens and we hit into those risk corridors and that would be what they would have in for what they put in for 18 and 19 would fully cover the hospitals that they say they're going to protect so just remember the hospitals are carrying the bulk of the 30 million dollar risk that happens where the re-insurance and the hospitals are supposed to pay that not, you know, the ACO that makes more sense to me I'll give you a comment go ahead does that fit into this conversation anywhere where their administration we didn't get the first part of what you said Dale the administration administration costs they have I know like the SASH discussion what to do with administration funds I keep trying to figure out they like this morning they were saying SASH services are covered in the ACO but there was a budget cut elsewhere right and I got budget cuts over there that are going to affect the services they're delivering but when they do a presentation they're saying well we've got to cover we're going to cover the services there's a disconnect there in my mind so it might be in my mind too because I took it that your services were going to be covered but the cuts elsewhere might cut other services am I getting that wrong Tom? my understanding is that funding for SASH comes from two primary sources one is now one care and that's from the blueprint replacement funding my understanding is that they also receive funding through the state of Vermont that covered the bulk of their administrative operational costs and that is the component that is in discussion to be cut and they're looking for a way to backfill that potential loss that comes down well and if it's helpful in the negotiation what Medicare was willing to fund was the cost of the services which was as Tom said the 7.5 million they don't fund admin Medicare will not so that was a cost that the state had to pick up because of federal funding restrictions but either way the discussion at the legislature now doesn't impact the 2018 which is what really we're here talking about today the past budget yes but thank you I just wanted to point that out because I know that's going to be an issue going forward so I wanted to point that out because if you want to talk with them over there and let them know what they are thinking may not be right I think they might listen to you more than us I try now continue to thank you that's my biggest fear is that everybody thinks that there's this vast pool that healthcare is going to pay for everything and that they can back away that's just not the case that's true other yes ham I wonder if the board has any thoughts at all in this area one of your one of the hospitals involved here in the one here goes into chapel it could happen I think it's a smaller piece but have you done any you know we haven't specifically I think this is one where we just need to wait to see what information comes out and then react based on that information and we can speculate about different scenarios right now but I'm not sure that does much in terms of productively moving this forward based on current modeling wouldn't you owe them for 2018 they're all hospitals are modeled as receiving some shared savings and my current modeling suggests they're all net winners meaning that after their participation fees as cost to them plus the population health receipts that they get and their performance in these two-sided risk programs that they're all what I call net winners so this isn't a bigger question we don't have an answer for this how will the attributed lives be treated if there is a bankruptcy filing some would argue that the attributed lives wouldn't be effective because the hospital will continue on under the protection of the court there could be others that might argue differently but we don't see this as a significant threat to your organization do you I do not have other questions or comments from the public again quite a day so Tom we will schedule this for a vote on the afternoon of March 13 we are opening it up for a public comment today for anybody that wishes to comment on the issue and we'll see you in two weeks great thanks so much thank you so with that is there any old business to come before the board seeing none is there any new business to come before the board seeing none is there a motion to adjourn so we move from second to adjourn all those in favor signify by saying aye any oppose say nay thank you everyone and have a great rest of your day


CHAPTER 1. MOTHER BUNCH. There was once a wonderful fortnight in little Lucy's life. One evening she went to bed very tired and cross and hot, and in the morning, when she looked at her arms and legs, they were all covered with red spots, rather pretty to look at, only they were dry and prickly. Nurse was frightened when she looked at them. She turned all the little sisters out of the night-nursery, covered Lucy up close, and ordered her not to stir, certainly not to go into her bath. Then there was a whispering and a running about, and Lucy was half alarmed, but more pleased at being so important, for she did not feel at all ill, and quite enjoyed the tea and toast that nurse brought up to her. Just as she was beginning to think it rather tiresome to lie there with nothing to do except to watch the flies buzzing about, there was a step on the stairs, and up came the doctor. He was an old friend, very good-natured, and he made fun with Lucy about having turned into a spotted leopard, just like the cowrie shell on Mrs. Bunker's mantelpiece. Indeed, he said he thought she was such a curiosity that Mrs. Bunker would come for her and set her up in the museum. And then he went away. Suppose—oh, suppose she did! Mrs. Bunker, or Mother Bunch, as Lucy and her brothers and sisters called her, was housekeeper to their uncle Joseph. He was really their great-uncle, and they thought him any age you can imagine. They would not have been much surprised to hear that he had sailed with Christopher Columbus, although he was a strong, hail, active man, much less easily tired than their own papa. He had been a ship's surgeon in his younger days, and had sailed all over the world, and collected all sorts of curious things, besides which he was a very wise and learned man, and had made some great discovery. It was not America. Lucy knew that her elder brother understood what it was, but it was not worth troubling her head about, only somehow it made ships go safer. And so he had had a pension given him as a reward, and had come home, and bought a house about a mile out of the town, and built up a high room to look at the stars from with his telescope, and another to try his experiments in, and a long one besides for his museum. Yet, after all, he was not much there. For whenever there was anything wonderful to be seen, he always went off to look at it. And, whenever there was a meeting of learned men—scientific men was the right word—they always wanted him to help them make speeches and show wonders. He was away now. He had gone away to wear a red cross on his arm, and helped take care of the wounded in the sad war between the French and the Germans. But he had left Mother Bunch behind him. Nobody knew exactly what was Mrs. Bunker's nation. Indeed, she could hardly be said to have had any, for she had been born at sea, and had been a sailor's wife. But whether she was mostly English, Dutch, or Danish, nobody knew, and nobody cared. Her husband had been lost at sea, and Uncle Joseph had taken her to look after his house, and always said she was the only woman who had sense and discretion enough ever to go into his laboratory or dust his museum. She was very kind and good-natured, and there was nothing that the children liked better than a walk to Uncle Joseph's, and after a game at play in the garden, a tea-drinking with her. Such quantities of sugar! Such curious cakes made in the fashion of different countries! Such funny preserves from all parts of the world! And more delightful to people who considered that looking and hearing was better sport than eating, and that the tongue is not only meant to taste with. Such cupboards and drawers, full of wonderful things! Such stories about them! The lesser ones liked Mrs. Bunker's room better than Uncle Joseph's museum, where there were some big stuffed beasts with glaring eyes that frightened them, and they had to walk around with hands behind that they might not touch anything, or else their uncle's voice was sure to call out gruffly. Pause off! Mrs. Bunker was not a bit like the smart housekeepers at other houses. To be sure, on Sundays she came out in a black silk gown with little flounce at the bottom, a scarlet china-crape shawl with a blue dragon upon it, his wings over her back, and a claw over each shoulder, so that whoever sat behind her in church was terribly distracted by trying to see the rest of him, and a very big yellow Tuscan bonnet, trimmed with Sailor's blue ribbon. But in the week, and about the house, she wore a green stuff, with a brown Holland apron and bib over it, quite straight all the way down, for she had no particular waist, and her hair, which was of a funny kind of flaxen grey, she bundled up and tied round, without any cap or anything else on her head.  Lucy was very fond of her, but when, about an hour after the doctor's visit, she was waked by a rustling and a lumbering on the stairs, and presently the door opened, and the second best big bonnet, the go-to-market bonnet with the turned ribbons, came into the room with Mother Bunch's face under it, and the good-natured voice told her she was to be carried to Uncle Joseph's, and have oranges and tamarinds. She did begin to feel like the spotted cowrie, to think about being set on the chimney-piece, to cry, and say she wanted Mama. The nurse and Mother Bunch began to comfort her, and explain that the doctor thought she had the scarletina, not at all badly, but that if any of the others caught it, nobody could guess how bad they would be, especially Mama, who had just been ill. And so she was to be rolled up in her blankets, and put into a carriage, and taken to her uncles, and there she would stay till she was not only well, but could safely come home without carrying infection about with her. Lucy was a good little girl, and knew that she must bear it. So, though she could not help crying a little when she found out she must not kiss anyone, nay, not even see them, and that nobody might go with her, but Lona Sarah, her own washing-doll, she made up her mind bravely. And she was a good deal cheered when Claire, the biggest and best of the dolls, was sent into her, with all her clothes, by Maude, her eldest sister, to be her companion. It was such an honour, and so very kind of Maude, that it quite warmed the sad little heart. So Lucy had her little scarlet flannel dressing gown on, and her shoes and stockings, and a wonderful old knitted hood with a tippet to it. And then she was rolled round and round in all her bed-clothes, and Mrs. Bunker took her up like a very big baby, not letting anyone else touch her. How Mrs. Bunker got safe down all the stairs, no one can tell, but she did, and into the fly. And there poor little Lucy looked back, and saw at the windows Mama's face, and Papa's, and Maude's, and all the rest, all nodding and smiling to her. But Maude was crying all the time, and perhaps Mama was, too. The journey seemed very long, and Lucy was really tired when she was put down at last in a big bed, nicely warmed for her, and with a bright fire in the room. As soon as she had had some beef tea, she went off soundly to sleep, and only woke to drink tea, and administer supper to the dolls, and put them to sleep. The next evening she was sitting up by the fire, and on the fourth day she was running about the house as if nothing had ever been the matter with her. But she was not to go home for a fortnight. And being wet, cold, dull weather, it was not always easy to amuse herself. She had her dolls, to be sure, and the little dog Don to play with, and sometimes Mrs. Bunker would let her make funny things with the dough, or stone the raisins, or even help make a pudding. But still there was a good deal of time on her hands. She had only two books with her, and the rash had made her eyes weak, so that she did not much like reading them. The notes that everyone wrote from home were quite enough for her. What she liked best, that is, when Mrs. Bunker could not attend to her, was to wander about the museum, explaining the things to the dolls. That is a crocodile on a Sarah. It eats people up, and has a little bird to pick its teeth. Look, Claire, that bony thing is a skeleton, the skeleton of a lizard. Pause off, my dear, mustn't touch. That's amber, just like barley sugar, only not so nice. People make necklaces of it. There's a poor little dead fly inside. Those are the dear delightful hummingbirds. Look at their crests, just like mummer's jewels. See the shells! Are they beauties? People get pearls out of those great flat ones, and dive all down to the bottom of the sea after them. Mustn't touch, my dear, only look. Pause off. One would think Claire's curved fingers all in one piece, and Lonisera's blue leather hands had been very movable and mischievous, judging by the number of times this warning came. But, of course, it was Lucy herself who wanted it most. For her own little plump pinky hands did almost tingle to handle and turn round those pretty shells. She wanted to know whether the amber tasted like barley sugar as it looked, and there was a little musk deer, no bigger than Don, whom she longed to stroke, or still better, to let Lonisera ride. But she was a good little girl, and had real sense of honour, which never betrays a trust, so she never laid a finger on anything but what Uncle Joe had once given all free leave to move. This was a very big pair of globes, bigger than globes commonly are now, and with more frames round them. One great flat one, with odd names painted on it, and another brass one, nearly upright, going half-way round from top to bottom, and with a globe hung on it by two pins, which Lucy's elder sisters called the Poles, or the Ends of the Axis. The huge round balls went very easily with a slight touch, and there was something very charming in making them go whisk, whisk, whisk. Now faster, now slower, now spinning so quickly that nothing on them could be seen, now turning slowly and gradually over, and showing all that was on them. The mere twirling was quite enough for Lucy at first, but soon she liked to look at what was on them. One she thought much more entertaining than the other. It was covered with wonderful creatures. One bear was fastened by his long tail to the pole. Another bigger one was trotting round. A snake was coiling about anywhere. A lady stood disconsolate against a rock, another sat in a chair. A giant sprawled with a club in one hand and a lion's skin in the other.  A lion seemed just about a spring on a young maiden's head, and all were thickly spotted over, just as if they had Lucy's rash, with stars big and little. And still more strange, her brothers declared these were the stars in the sky, and this was the way people found their road at sea. But if Lucy asked how, they always said she was not big enough to understand. And it had not occurred to Lucy to ask whether the truth was not that they were not big enough to explain. The other globe was all in pale green, with pink and yellow outlines on it, and quantities of names. Lucy had had to learn some of these names for her geography, and she did not want to think of lessons now, so she rather kept out of the way of looking at it at first, till she had really grown tired of all the odd men and women and creatures upon the celestial sphere. But by and by she began to roll the other by way of variety. 2. Visitors from the South Seas Miss Lucy, you're as quiet as a mouse, not in any mischief, said Mrs. Bunker, looking into the museum. Why, what are you doing there? I'm looking at the great big globe that Uncle Joe said I might touch, said Lucy. Here are all the names just like my lesson book at home. Europe, Asia, Africa, and America. Why bless the child! Where else should they be?  What, all these great green places with Atlantic and Pacific on them? You don't really mean that you've sailed over them. I should like to make a midge do it in a husk of a hemp seed.  You are not small enough. Ho-ho! said the housekeeper, laughing. Does the child think I sailed on that very globe there? I know one learns a name, said Lucy. But is it real? Real? Why, Missy, don't you see it's sort of a picture? There's your photograph now. It's not as big as you, but it shows you. And so a chart, or a map, or a globe is just a picture of the shapes of the coastline of the land and sea, and the rivers in them, and mountains and the like. Look you here. And she made Lucy stand on a chair and look at a map of her own town that was hanging against the wall, showing her all the chief buildings, the churches, streets, the town hall, and market cross, and at last helping her find her own papa's house. When Lucy had traced all the corners, she had to turn in going from home to Uncle Joe's, and had even found little frizzles for the five lime trees before the vicarage. She understood that a map was a small picture of the situation of the buildings in the town, and thought she could find her way home to some new place, suppose if she studied it well. Then Mrs. Bunker showed her a big map of the whole country, and there Lucy found the river, and the roads, and the names of the villages near, as she had seen or heard of them, and she began to understand that a map or a globe really brought distant places into an exceedingly small picture, and that where she saw a name and a spot she was to think of houses and churches, that a branching black line was the flowing river full of water, a curve in, a pretty bay shut in with rocks and hills, a point jutting out generally a steep rock with a lighthouse on it. And all these places are countries bunchy, are they? With fields and houses like ours? Houses, I, in fields, but not always so very like ours, Miss Lucy. And are there little children, boys, and girls in them all? To be sure there are, else how would the world go on? Why I have seen them by swarms, white or brown or black, running down the shore, as sure as the vessel cast anchor, and whatever color they were, you might be sure of two things, Miss Lucy, that they were all alike in. Oh, what, Mrs. Bunker? Why, in plenty of noise for one, and the other for wanting all they could get to eat. But they were little darling, some of them, if only I could have got at them to make them a bit nicer. Some of them looked for all the world like little bronze images master has gotten in the museum, brought from Italy, and hadn't a rag more clothing neither. They were in India, dear, dear, to see them tumble about in the surf. Oh, what fun, what fun! I wish I could see them, suppose I could. You would be right, glad, Missy, I can tell you, if you had been three or four months abroad with nothing but dry biscuits and salt junk, and maybe a tin of preserved vegetables just to keep it wholesome.  Doesn't one's mouth fairly water for them? Do please sit down, there's a good mother bunch, and tell me about them. Come, suppose you do. Suppose I did, Miss Lucy, and where would your poor uncle's preserved ginger bead that no one knows from real West Indian? Oh, let me come into your room and you can tell me all the time you are doing the ginger. It is very hot there, Missy. That will be more like some of the places. I'll suppose I'm there. Look, Mrs. Bunker, there's a whole green sea all over the tiniest little dots. There can't be people in them. Dots? You'd hardly see all over one of those dots if you were in one. That's the South Sea, Miss Lucy, and those are the loveliest aisles, except maybe the West Indies that I ever saw. Tell me about them, please, and treated Lucy. Here's one. Its name is—is Isabel. Such a little wee one. I can't tell you much of those South Sea aisles, Missy, being that I only made one voyage among them when Bunker charted the penguin for the sandalwood trade, and we did not touch at many, being that the natives were fierce and savage, and made nothing of coming down with arrows and spears at the boat's crew. So we only went to such islands as the missionaries had been at, and got the people to be more civil and conformable. Tell me about it, said Lucy, following the old woman hither and thither as she bustled about, talking all the time, and stirring her pan of ginger over a hot plate. How it happened is not easy to say. The room was very warm, and Mother Bunch went on talking as she stirred, and the steam rose up, and by and by it seemed to Lucy that she had a great sneezing fit. And when she looked again into the smoke, what did she see?  Mrs. Bunker! Mrs. Bunker! she cried. What is this? Who are these ugly figures? Ugly? said the foremost, and though it must have been some strange language, it sounded like English to Lucy. Is that the way little white girl speaks to boy and girl that have come all the way from Isabelle to see her? Oh, indeed, little Isabelle boy, I beg your pardon. I didn't know you were real, nor that you could understand me. I'm so glad to see you. Hush, Don, don't park so. Pig! Pig!  Pig! It's a little dog. Have you no dogs in your country? Pigs go on four legs. That must be pig. What? You have nothing that goes on four legs but a pig? What do you eat, then, besides pig? Yams! Coconut fish! Oh, so good!  Make a fire over! Bake so nice! You shall have some of my tea and see if that is as nice, said Lucy.  What is it made of? Tapa cloth, said the little girl.  And Lucy, looking near, saw that the substance was really all a lacework of fiber, about as close as the net of nurses' caps. Is that all your clothes, she asked? Yes, tell I'm a warrior, said the boy. Then they will tattoo my forehead and arms and breasts and legs. Tattoo? What's that? Make little holes in lines all over the skin with a sharp shell, and rub juice that turns it all to blue and purple lines. But doesn't it hurt dreadfully, asked Lucy? Hurt? To be sure it does, but that will show that I am brave. When father comes home from the war, he paints himself white. White! With lime made by burning coral, and he jumps and dances and shouts, I shall go to the war one of these days. Oh no, don't! said Lucy. It is horrid. The boy laughed, but the little girl whispered. Good white men say so. Someday Lava will go and learn, and leave off fighting. Lava shook his head. No, not yet. I will be brave chief and warrior first. Bring home many heads of enemies. I—I think it's nice to be quiet, said Lucy. And—and won't you have some dinner? Have you any baked pig? asked Lava. I think it is mutton, said Lucy. When the dish came up, it is sheep's flesh. Lava and his sister had no notion what sheep were. They wanted to sit cross-legged on the floor, but Lucy made each of them sit in a chair properly.  Look here, she showed them the knives and the forks. Oh! cried Lava. What good spikes to catch fish with! And knife—knife!  Much better than shell-knife! And I'll dig yam, said the sister. Oh no! entreated Lucy! We have spades to dig with. Soldiers have swords to fight with. These are to eat with. I can eat much better without, said Lava. But to please Lucy his sister did try, slashing hard away with her knife and digging her fork straight into a bit of meat. Then she very nearly ran it into her eye, and Lucy, who knew it was not good manners to laugh, was very near choking herself. And at last, saying knife and fork were— Great good, great good, but none for eating. They stuck them through their great tortoiseshell rings they had in their ears and noses. Lucy was distressed about Uncle Joseph's knives and forks, which she knew she ought not give away. But while she was looking about for Mrs. Bunker to interfere, Don seemed to think at his business, and began to growl and fly at the little black legs. A tree, a tree, cried the Isabelites. Where's a tree? And while they spoke, Lava had climbed up the side of the door and was sitting astride the top of it, grinning down at the dog, and a sister had her feet on the lock going up after him. Tree-houses, they cried, there we are safe from our enemies. And Lucy found rising before her, instead of her own nursery, a huge tree on the top of a mound. Basketwork had been woven between the branches to make floors, and on these were huts of bamboo cane. There were ladders hanging down, made of strong creepers twisted together, and above and around the cries of cockatoos and parrots, and the chirp of grasshoppers rang in her ears. She laid hold of the ladder of creeping plants and began to climb, but soon her head swam. She grew giddy and called out to Lava to help her. Then suddenly she found herself curled up in Mrs. Bunker's big beehive chair, and she wondered whether she had been asleep. End of Chapter 2 Recording by Jennifer Goldsmith, Carnie, Missouri Chapter 3 Of Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe by Charlotte M. Yong Chapter 3 Italy Suppose and suppose I could have such another funny dream, said Lucy. Mother Bunch, have you ever been to Italy? And she put her finger on the long leg and foot, kicking at three-cornered Sicily. Yes, Missy, that I have. Come out of this cold room and I'll tell you. Lucy was soon curled in her chair, but no, she wasn't. She was under such a blue, blue sky, as she had never dreamt of. Clear, sharp purple hills rose up against it. There was a clear rippling like fountain, bursting out of a rock, carved with old, old carvings, broken now and defaced, but shadowed over by lovely maiden hair fern and trailing binweed, and in a niche above a little roof, sheltering a figure of the Blessed Virgin. Some way off stood a long, low house, propped up against the rich, yellow stone walls and pillars of another old, old building, and with a great chestnut tree shadowing over it. It had a balcony and the gable end was open and full of big yellow pumpkins and clusters of grapes hung up to dry, and some goats were feeding round. Then came a merry, merry voice singing something about. Lavenda Mia. And though Lucy had never learned Italian, her wonderful dream knowledge made her sure that this meant the vintage, the grape gathering, and presently there came along a little girl dancing and beating a tambourine, with a basket fastened to her back, filled to overflowing with big, beautiful bunches of grapes, and a whole party of other children, all loaded with as many grapes as they could carry, came leaping and singing after her.  Ah, Cecil, Cecil, cried the little girl, pausing as she beat her tambourine. He's a stranger who has no grapes, give them here. But said Lucy, aren't they your mama's grapes? May you give them away. Aha, tis the vendemia, all may eat grapes as much as they will. See, there's the vineyard. Lucy saw on the slope of the hill above the cottage long poles such as hops grow upon, and vines trained about hither and lither in long festoons, with leaves growing purple with autumn, and clusters hanging down. Men in shady, battered hats, bright sashes and braces, and white shirt sleeves, and women with handkerchiefs folded square over their heads, were cutting the grapes down, and piling them up in baskets. And a low cart drawn by two mouse-coloured oxen, with enormous wide horns and gentle-looking eyes, was waiting to be loaded with the baskets. To the wine press, to the press shouted the children, who were politeness itself, and wanted to show her everything. The wine press was a great marble trough, with pipes leading off into other vessels around. Into it went the grapes, and in the midst were men and boys and little children, all with bare feet and legs up to the knees, dancing and leaping and bounding and skipping upon the grapes, while the red juice covered their brown skins. Come in, come in, you don't know how charming it is, cried Cesso. It is the best time of all the year, the dear vintage, come and tread the grapes. But you must take off your shoes and stockings, said his sister. Nunsietta, we never wear them, but on Sundays and holidays. Lucy was not sure that she might, but the children look so joyous, and it seemed to be such fun that she began fumbling with the buttons of her boots. And while she was doing it, she opened her eyes and found that her beautiful bunch of grapes was only the cushion in the bottom of mother's bunch's chair. End of Chapter 3 Chapter 4 of Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Diane Dunne. Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe by Charlotte M. Young Chapter 4 Greenland Suppose and suppose I tried what the very cold countries are like, and Lucy bent over the globe till she was nearly ready to cut her head off with the brass meridian, as she looked at the long jagged tongue, with no particular top to it, hanging down on the east side of America. Perhaps it was the making herself so cold that did it, but she found herself in the midst of snow, snow, snow, always snow, except the sea, and that was a deep green, and in it were monstrous floating white things, pinnacled all over like the cathedral, and as big, and with hollows in them of glorious deep blue and green, like jewels. Lucy knew they were icebergs, a sort of fringe of these cliffs of ice hemmed in the shore, and on one of them stood what she thought at first was a little brown bear. For the light was odd, the sun was so very low down, and there was so much glare from the snow that it seemed unnatural. However, before she had time to be afraid of the bear, she saw that it was really a little boy, with a hood, and coat, and leggings, all of thick, thick fur, and a spear in his hand, with which he, every now and then, made a dash at a fish, great cod fish, such as Mama had with oysters when there was a dinner party. Into them went his spear, up came the poor fish, and was strong with some others on a string the boy carried.  Is that the way you get fish, she asked? Yes, and seals. Father gets them, he said. Oh, what's that swimming out there? That's a white bear, he said coolly. We had better get home. Lucy thought so indeed, only where was home. That puzzled her. However, she trod it along by the side of her companion, and presently came to what might have been an enormous snowball, but there was a hole in it. Yes, it was hollow, and as her companion made for the opening, she saw more little stout figures rolled up in furs inside. Then she perceived that it was a house built up of blocks of snow, a range so as to make the shape of a beehive, all frozen together, and with a window of ice. It made her shiver to think of going in, but she thought the white bear might come after her, and in she went. Even her little head had to bend under the low doorway, and behold, it was the very closest, stuffiest, if not the hottest place she had ever been in. There was a kind of lamp burning in the hut. That is, a wick was floating in some oil, but there was no glass, such as Lucy had been apt to think the chief part of a lamp, and all rounded, squatted upon skins these queer, little stumpy figures, dressed so much alike that there was no knowing the men from the women, except that the women had much the biggest boots, and used them instead of pockets, and they had their babies in bags of skin upon their backs. They seemed to be kind people, for they made room by their lamp for the little girl, and asked her where she had been wrecked, and then one of the women cut off a great lump of raw something. Was it a walrus, with that round head and big tusks, and held it up to her? And when Lucy shook her head and said, no, thank you, as civilly as she could, the woman tore it in two, and handed a lump over her shoulder to her baby, who began to not. Then her first friend, the little boy, hoping to please her better, offered her some drink. Ah, it was oil, just like the oil that was burning in the lamp, horrid train oil from the whales. She could not help shaking her head so much that she woke herself up. End of Chapter 4. Recording by Diane Dunne, Chester Springs, Pennsylvania. Chapter 5 of Little Lucy's Wonderful Glow This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Diane Dunne. Little Lucy's Wonderful Glow by Charlotte M. Young. Chapter 5 Tyrol Suppose and suppose I could see where that dear little black chamois horn came from. But Mother Bunch can't tell me about that, I'm afraid. For she always went by sea. And here's the Tyrol without one bit of sea near it. It's just one of the strings to the great knot of mountains that tie Europe up in the middle. Oh, what is a mountain like?  Another answered it farther off. Another fainted her still. And as she started up, she found she was standing on a little shelf of green grass with steep slopes of stones and rock above, below, and around her. And rising up all round huge tall hills, there's smooth slopes green and grassy. But in the steep places, all steep, stern, cliff, and precipice. And as they were seen further away, they were of a beautiful purple, like a thundercloud. Close to Lucy grew blue gensions like those in Mama's garden, and alpine roses, and black orcas. But she did not know how to come down, and was getting rather frightened when a clear little voice said, Little Lady, have you lost your way? Wait till the evening hymn is over, and I'll come and help you. And then Lucy stood and listened, while from all the peaks, whence the horns had been blown, there came the strong, sweet sound of an evening hymn, all joining together, while there arose distant echoes of others farther away. When it was over, one shout of Yodeloo echoed from each point, and then all was still, except for the tinkling of a little cowbell. That's the way we wish each other good night, said the little girl, as the shadows mounted high on the tops of the mountains, leaving them only peaks of rosy light. Now come to the chalet, and Sister Rose will give you some milk. Help me! I'm afraid, said Lucy. That is nothing, said the mountain maiden, springing up to her like a kid, in spite of her great heavy shoes. You should see the place's father and sepulclime when they hunt the chamois.  It was such a pleasant, fresh, open face, with such rosy cheeks and kindly blue eyes, that Lucy felt quite at home. I have little catra. This is the first time I have come up with Rose to the chalet, for I am big enough to milk the cows now. Ah!  She is our leading cow, and she knows it, the darling. She never lets the others get into dangerous places they cannot come off. She leads them home, at a sound of the horn, and when we go back to the village, she will lead the herd with a nose-gay on the point of each horn, and a wreath around her neck. The men will come up and fetch us, sepulclime in all, and maybe sepulclime will bring the metal for shooting with the rifle. But what do you do up here? We girls go up for the summer with the cows to the pastures. The grass is so rich and good on the mountains, and we make butter and cheese. Wait, and you shall taste. Sit down on that stone. Lucy was glad to hear this promise, for the fresh mountain air had made her hungry. Catherine skipped away towards a house with a projecting wooden balcony, and deep eaves, beautifully carved, and came back with a slice of bread and delicious butter, and a good piece of cheese, all on a wooden platter, and a little bowl of new milk. Lucy thought she had never tasted anything so nice. And now the gracious little lady will rest a little while, said Catherine, whilst I go up and help Roselle to strain the milk. So Lucy waited, but she felt so tired with her scramble that she could not help nodding off to sleep, though she would have liked very much to have stayed longer with the dear little Thai release. But we know by this time where she always found herself when she awoke. End of Chapter 5 Recording by Diane Dunn, Chester Springs, Pennsylvania of Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recording by Diane Dunn Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe by Charlotte M. Young Chapter 6 Africa Uh-oh! Here is the little dried crocodile come alive and opening a horrible great mouth lined with terrible teeth at her. No, he is no longer in the museum. He is in a broad river, yellow, heavy, and thick with mud. The borders are crowded with enormous reeds and rushes. There is no getting through, no breaking away from him. Here he comes, horrid, horrid beast. Oh, how could Lucy have been so foolish as to want to travel in Africa up to the higher parts of the Nile? How will she ever get back again? He will gobble her up, her and Claire, who was trusted to her, and whatever will mama and sister do. Hark! There's a cry, a great shout, and out jumps a little black figure, with a stout club in his hand. Smash! it goes down on the head of Master Crocodile. The ugly beast is turning over on its back and dying. Then Lucy has time to look at the little negro, and he has time to look at her.  There it grows on that bush, with broad, beautiful folded leaves and red stems and the pretty gray and black nuts. Lucy only wishes the negroes would keep it all to polish themselves with, and not send any home. She wants to give the little black fellow some reward for saving her from the crocodile, and luckily Claire has on her long necklace of blue glass beads. She puts it into his hand, and he twists it round his black wool, and cuts such dances and capers for joy that Lucy can hardly stand for laughing. But the sun shines scorching hot upon her, and she gets under the shade of a tall date palm, with big leaves all shooting out together at the top, and fine bunches of dates below, all fresh and green, not dried like those papa sometimes gives her a dessert. The little negro Tojo asks if she would like some. He takes her by the hand, and leads her into a whole cluster of little round mud huts, telling her that he is Tojo, the king's son. She is his little sister, and these are all his mothers. Which is his real mother Lucy cannot quite make out, for she sees an immense party of black women, all shiny and polished, with a great many beads wound round their heads, necks, ankles, and wrists, and nothing besides the tiniest short petticoats, and all the fattest or the smartest. Indeed, they have gourds of milk beside them, and are drinking it all day long to keep themselves fat. No sooner, however, is Lucy led in among them than they all close round, some singing and dancing, and others laughing for joy, and crying, welcome, little daughter, from the land of spirits, and then she finds out that they think she is really Tojo's little sister, who died ten moons ago, come back again from the grave as a white spirit.  Till Lucy goes to sleep, and wakes, very glad to see the crocodile as brown and hard and immovable as ever, and that odd round gourd with a little hole in it hanging up from the ceiling. CHAPTER VII LAPLANDERS It shall not be a hot country next time, said Lucy, though, after all, the whale oil was not much worse than the castor oil. Mother Bunch, did your whaler always go to Greenland and never to any nicer place? Well, Missy, once we were driven between foul winds and icebergs up into the fjord near North Cape, right at Midsomer, and I'll never forget what we saw there. Lucy was not likely to forget either, for she found herself standing by a narrow inlet of sea, as blue and smooth as a lake, and closely shut in, except on the west, with red rocky hills and precipices with pine trees growing on them, except where their bare rock was too steep, or where on somewhat smoother shelf stood a timbered house with the farmyard and barns all around it. But the odd thing was that the sun was where she had never seen him before, quite in the north, making all the shadows come the wrong way. But how came the sun to be visible at all so very late? Ah, she knew it now, this was Norway, and there was no night at all. And here beside her was a little fellow with a bow and arrows, such as she had never seen before, except in the hands of the little cupids in the pictures in the drawing-room. Mother Bunch had said that the little brown boys in India looked like the bronze cupid who was on the mantel shelf. But this little boy was white, or rather sallow-faced, and well-dressed too, and a tight, round leather cap, and a dark blue kind of shaggy gown with hairy legs. And what he was shooting at was some kind of wild duck or goose that came tumbling down heavily with the arrow right across its neck. There, said the boy, I'll take that and sell it to the north-bonder's wife up in the house above there. Who are you then? said Lucy. I'm a lap. We live on the hills where the Norseman has not driven us away, and the reindeer find their grass in summer and their moss in winter. Oh, have you got a reindeer? I should so like to see them and to drive in a sledge. The boy, whose name was Peter, laughed and said, You can't go in a sledge except when it is winter, with snow and ice to go upon, but I'll soon show you a reindeer. Then he led the way past the deliciously smelling, whispering pine-woods that sheltered the Norwegian homestead. Starting a little aside, when a great, tall, fair-faced, fair-haired Norse farmer came striding along, singing some old, old song as he carried a heavy log on his shoulder, past a cedar or mountain meadow where the girls were pasturing their cows, much like Lucy's friends in the Tyrol, out upon the grey moorland, where there was an odd little cluster of tents covered with skins, and droll little short, stumpy people running about them. Peter gave a curious long cry, put his hand in his pocket, and pulled out a lump of salt. Presently a pair of long horns appeared, then another, then a whole herd of the deer, with big heads, and horns growing a good deal forward. The salt was held to them, and a rope was fastened to all their horns that they might stand still and align, while the little lap-women milked them. Peter went up to one of the women and brought back a little cupful for his visitor. It was all that the one deer gave, but it was so rich, as to be almost like drinking cream. He led her into one of the tents, but it was very smoky, and not much cleaner than the Eskimo. It is a wonder how Lucy could go to sleep there, but she did, heartily wishing herself somewhere else. Was it the scent of the perfume tea, a present from an old sailor friend which Mrs. Bunker was putting away, or was it the sight of the red jar ornamented with little black and gold men, with round caps, long petticoats, and pigtails, that caused Lucy next to open her eyes upon a cane sofa, with cushions ornamented with figures and colored silks. The floor of the room was of shining inlaid wood. There were beautifully woven mats all round, stands made of red lacquer work, and seats of cane and bamboo. And there was a round window, through which could be seen a beautiful garden, full of flowering shrubs and trees, a clear pond lined with colored tiles in the middle, and over the wall the gilded roof of a pagoda, like an umbrella, only all in ridge and furrow, and with a little bell at every spoke. Beyond were beautifully and fantastically shaped hills, and a lake below with pleasure boats on it.  She had ever so many robes on, the edge of one peeping out below the other, and at the top a sort of blue china crepe tunic, with very wide loose sleeves drooping an immense way from her hands. There was no gathering in at the waist, and it reached to her knees, where a still more splendid white silk embroidered trailed along. She had a big fan in her hand, but when she saw the visitor she went up to a beautiful little low table, with an ivory frill round it, where stood some dainty, delicate tea cups and saucers. Into one of these she put a little ball about as big as an oak apple of tea leaves. A maid dressed like herself poured hot water on it, and handed it on a lacquer work tray. Lucy took it, said thank you, and then waited. Is it not good? said the little hostess. It must be. You are the real tea people, said Lucy, but I was waiting for sugar and milk. That would spoil it, said the Chinese damsel. Only outer barbarians would think of such a thing, and ah, I see you are one. Seaky, what monstrous feet! They are not bigger than your maid, said Lucy, rather disgusted. Why are you so small?  But shouldn't you like to walk without almost humbling down, said Lucy? No, indeed. Me, a daughter of a mandarin of the blue button, you are a mere barbarian to think a lady ought to want to walk. Do you not see that I never do anything? Look at my lovely nails. I think they're claws, said Lucy. Do you never break them? No. When they are a little longer, I shall wear silver shields for them, as my mother does. And do you really never work? I should think not, said the young lady scornfully fanning herself. I leave that to the common folk, who are obliged. Come with me, and let me lean on you, and I will give you a peep through the lattice, that you may see that my father is far above making his daughter work. See, there he sits, with his mustachios hanging down to his chin, and his tail to his heels, and the blue dragon embroidered on his breast, watching while they prepare the hall for a grand dinner. There will be a stew of puppy-dog, and another of kittens, and bird's nest soup, and then the players will come and act a part of the nine-night tragedy, and we will look through the lattice. Ah, father is smoking opium, that he may be serene and in good spirits. Does it make your headache?  She is asleep, Ki-Hee. Lay her on the sofa, and let her sleep.  Almost as bad as her big feet. End of Chapter 8 Recording by Diane Dunne. Chester Springs, Pennsylvania Chapter 9 of Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe, by Charlotte M. Young Chapter 9 Kamchatka Lucy had been disappointed of a drive with the reindeer, and she had been telling Don how useful his relations were in other places. Behold, she awoke in a wide plain, where as far as her eye could reach there was nothing but snow. The few fir trees that stood in the distance were heavily laden, and Lucy herself? Where was she? Going very fast. Yes, whisking over the snow with all her might and mane, and muffled up in cloaks and furs, as indeed was necessary, for her breath froze upon the big muffler around her throat, so that it seemed to be standing up in a wall. And by her side was a little boy, muffled up quite as close, with a cap or rather hood, casing his whole head, his hands gloved in fur up to the elbows, and long fur boots. He had an immense long whip in his hand, and was flourishing it, and striking with it. At what? They were an enormous way off from him, but they really were very big dogs rushing along like the wind, and bearing along with them—what? Lucy's ambition, a sledge, a thing without wheels, but gliding along most rapidly on the hard snow, flying, flying almost as fast to take away her breath, and leaving birds, foxes, and any creature she saw for one instant, far behind. And what was very odd? The young driver had no reins. He shouted at the dogs, and now and then threw a stick at them, and they quite seemed to understand and turned when he wanted them, Lucy wondered how he or they knew the way. It all seemed such a waste of snow, and after feeling at first as if the rapidity of their course made her unable to speak, she ventured on gasping out, Well, I've been in an express train, but this beats it. Where are you going? To Petropolowski, to change these skins for whiskey and coffee and rice, answered the boy. What skins are they? asked Lucy. Bears, big brown bears that father killed in a cave, and wolves, and those of the little ermine and sable that we trap.   Don't you hear his dogs yelp? We will win the race yet.  Don't let the old dogs catch the young. Crack, crack went the whip. The dogs yelped with eagerness. They don't bark those northern dogs. The little come shot Goodale, bawled louder and louder and never saw when Lucy rolled off behind, and was left in the middle of a huge snowdrift. While he flew on with his load. Here were his father's dogs overtaking her, picking her, someone picking her up. No, it was done, and here was Mrs. Bunker exclaiming. Well, I never thought to find Miss Lucy in no better a place than on Master's old bear skin. End of Chapter 9. Recording by Rhonda Federman. The Turk. What a beautiful long necklace, Mrs. Bunker. May I have it for Lonnie Sierra? You may play with it while you are here, Missy, if you'll take care not to break the string. But it is too curious for you to take home and lose. It is what they call a Turkish rosary. They say it is made of rose leaves, reduced to a paste, and squeezed ever so hard together.  It has a very nice smell, said Lucy, examining the dark brown beads, which hung rather loosely on their string, and letting them fall one by one through her hands, till, of course, that happened which she was hoping for. She woke on a long, low sofa in the midst of a room all carpet and cushions, in bright colors and gorgeous patterns, curling about with no particular meaning, and with a window of rich brass lettuce work. And by her side there was an odd bubbling that put her in mind of blowing the soap suds into a honeycomb when preparing them for bubble blowing. But when she looked round she saw something very unlike the long pipes her brother called church wardens, or the basin of soap suds. There was a beautifully shaped glass bottle, and into it went a long, long twisting tube, like a snake coiled on the floor, and the other end of the serpent, instead of a head, had an amber mouthpiece, which went between a pair of lips. Lucy knew it for a Hubble bubble, or Nagili, and saw that the lips were in a brown face, with big black eyes, round which dark bluish circles were drawn. The jet black hair was carefully braided with duels, and over it was thrown a great rose-colored gauze veil.  The owner seemed to be very little older than Lucy, and sat gravely looking at her for a little while, then clapped her hands.  So a tiny table of mother a pearl was brought, and honored some exquisite little striped porcelain cups, standing not in sauces, but in silver filigree cups, into which they exactly fitted. Lucy remembered her Chinese experience, and did not venture to ask for milk or sugar, but she found that the real Turkish coffee was so pure and delicate, that she could bear to drink it without. Where are your jewels? Then asked the little hostess. I'm not old enough to have any. How old are you? Nine. Nine? I'm only ten, and I shall be married next week. Married? Oh no, you are joking. Yes, I shall. Selim Bey has paid my father the dowry for me, and I shall be taken to his house next week. And I suppose you like him very much. He looks big and tall, said the child, with exultation. I saw him riding when I went with my mother to sweet waters. Amina, she said, there is your lord in the Frankish coat, with the white horse. Have you not talked to him? What should I do that for? Aunt Bessie used to like to talk to nobody, but Uncle Frank, before they were married. I shall talk enough when I am married. I shall make him give me plenty of sweet meats, and a carriage with two handsome bullocks, and the biggest Nubian black slave in the market to drive me to sweet waters, in a thin blue veil, with all my jewels on. Father says that Selim Bey will give me everything, and the Frank governess. What is a governess? Is it anything like the little gold case you have round your neck? My locket with mama's hair. Oh no no, said Lucy laughing. A governess is a lady to teach you. I don't want to learn any more, said Amina, much disgusted. I shall tell him I can make a pillar, and dry sweet meats, and roll rose leaves. What should I learn for? Should you not like to read and write? Teaching is only meant for men.  I won't learn to read. You don't know how nice it is to read stories, and all about different countries. Ah, I wish I was in the skill room at home. I would show you how pleasant it is. And Lucy seemed to have a wish all at once, for she and Amina stood in her own skill room, but with no one else there. The first thing Amina did was to scream. Oh, what shocking windows. Even men can see in. Shut them up. She rolled herself up in her veil, and Lucy could only satisfy her by pulling down all the blinds. After which she ventured to look about a little. What have you to sit on? She asked, with great disgust. Chairs and stools said Lucy, laughing and showing them. These little tables with four legs. How can you sit on them? Lucy sat down and showed her. That is not sitting. She said and tried to curl herself up cross-legged. I can't dangle down my legs. Our governess always makes us write out a tense of a French verb. If she sees us sitting with our legs crossed, said Lucy, laughing with much amusement, and Amina's attempt to wriggle herself up on the stool. Once she nearly fell. Ah, I will never have a governess, cried Amina. I will cry and cry, and give Selam Bay no rest, till he promises to let me alone. What a dreadful place this is. Where can you sleep? In bed, to be sure, said Lucy. I see no cushions to lie on. No, we have bedrooms and beds there. We should not think of taking off our clothes here. What should you undress for? To sleep, of course. How horrible. We sleep in all our clothes wherever we like to lie down. We never undress but for the bath. Do you go to the bath? I have a bath every morning when I get up in my own room. Bath at home, then you never see your friends. We meet at the bath and talk and play and laugh. Meet bathing? No, indeed. We meet at home and out of doors, said Lucy. My friend Annie and I walk together. Walk together? What? In the street? Shocking. You cannot be a lady. Indeed I am, said Lucy, colouring up. My papa is a gentleman and see how many books we have and how much we have to learn. French and music and sums and grammar and history and geography. I will not be a Frank. No, no, I will not learn, said the alarmed Amina on hearing this catalogue pulled forth. Geography is very nice, said Lucy. Here are our maps. I will show you where you live. This is Constantinople. I live at Stambul, said Amina scornfully. There is Stambul in little letters below. Look, that Stambul, the Frank girl, is false. Stambul is a large, large, beautiful place, not a little black speck. I can see it from my letters. White houses and mosques in the sun and the blue golden horn with the little khakis gliding. Before Lucy could explain, the door opened and one of their brothers pulled in his head. At once, Amina began to scream and roll herself in the window curtain. A man in the harem. Oh, oh, oh, were there no slippers at the door? And her screaming brought Lucy awake at Uncle Joe's again. End of Chapter 10. Chapter 11 of Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recorded by Larianne Walden. Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe by Charlotte M. Young. Chapter 11. Switzerland I liked the mountain girl best of all, thought Lucy. I wonder whether I shall ever get among the mountains again. There's a great stick in the corner that Uncle Joe calls his Alpenstock. I'll go and read the names upon it. They are all the mountains where he has used it. She read Montblanc, Montseny, The Vingurn, and so on. And of course, as she read and sung them over to herself, they lulled her off into her wonderful dreams, and brought her this time into a meadow, steep and sloping, but full of flowers, the loveliest flowers of all kinds, growing among the long grass that waved over them. The fresh, clear air was so delicious that she almost hoped she was gone back to her dirty role, but the hills were not the same. She saw upon the slope quantities of cows, goats, and sheep feeding just as on the Tirely's Alps, but beyond was a dark row of pines, and up above, in the sky as it were, rose all round great sharp points, like clouds for their whiteness, but not in their straight jagged outlines. And here and there the deep gray clefts between seemed to spread into white rivers, or over the ruddy purple of the half distance came sharp white lines darting downwards. As she sat up in the grass and looked about her, a bark startled her. A dog began to growl, bark, and dance round her, so that she would have been much frightened if the next moment of voice had not called him off. Thay Briant, down, let the little girl alone. Fidonk. He is good, mademoiselle, never fear. He helps me keep the cows. Who are you then? I am Maurice, the little herd boy. I live with my grandmother and work for her. What, in keeping cows? Yes, and look here. Oh, the delicious little cottage. It has eaves and windows and balconies and a door, and little cows and sheep, and men and women, all in pretty white wood. You did not make it, Maurice? Yes, truly I did. I cut it out with my knife, all myself. How clever you must be, and what shall you do with it? I shall watch for a carriage with ladies winding up that long road, and then I shall stand and take off my hat, and hold out my cottage. Perhaps they will buy it, and then I shall have enough to get grandmother a warm gown for the winter. When I grow bigger, I will be a guide like my father. A guide? Yes, to lead travelers up to the mountaintops. There is nowhere you English will not go. The harder a mountain is to climb, the more bent you are on going up. And, oh, I shall love it too. There are the great glaciers, the broad streams of ice, that fill up the furrows of the mountains, with the crevasses so blue and beautiful and cruel. It was in one of them my father was swallowed up. Ah, then how can you love them? said Lucy. Because they are so grand and so beautiful, said Maurice. No other place has the like, and they make one's heart swell with wonder, and joy in the God who made them. And it is only the brave who dare to climb them. And Maurice's eyes sparkled, and Lucy looked at the clear, stern glory of the mountain points, and felt as if she understood him. Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe, by Charlotte M. Young Chapter 12 The Cossack Caper, caper, dance, dance. What a wonderful dance it was. Just as if the little fellow had been made of cork. So high did he bound the moment he touched the ground, while he jerked out his arms and legs as if they were pulled by strings, like the marionettes that had once performed in the front of the window. Only his face was all fun and life, and he did look so proud and delighted to show what he could do. And it was all in clear, fresh, open air, the whole extent covered with short green grass, upon which were grazing herds of small, lean horses, and flocks of sheep without tails, but with their wool puffed out behind in a sort of bustle or pannier. There was a cluster of clean, white-looking houses in the distance, and Lucy knew that she was in the great plains called the Steps, that lie between the river's Volga and Don, and may either be in Europe or Asia, according as you look at an old map or an new. Do you live there? she asked, by way of beginning the conversation. Yes, my father is the hetmen of the Stantica, and these are my holidays. I go to school at Cherkask, most part of the year. Cherkask? What a funny name! And you would think it a funny town if you were there. It is built on a great bog by the side of the river Volga. All the houses stand on piles of timber, and in the spring the streets are full of water, and one has to sail about in boats. Oh, that must be delicious! I don't like it as much as coming home and riding, see? And as he whistled, one of the horses came, winnying up, and put his nose over the boy's shoulder. Good fellow, but your horses are thin. They look little. Little! cried the young Cossack. Why, do you know what our little horses can do? There are not many armies in Europe that they have not ridden down at one time or another. Why, the church at Cherkask is hung all around with colors we have taken from our enemies. There's the Swede. Didn't Charles XII get the worst of it, when he came in his big boots after the Cossack? Aye, and the Turk, and the Austrian, and the German, and the French. Ah, doesn't my grandfather tell how he rode his good little horse all the way from the Volga to the Seine? And the good Tsar Alexander himself gave him the medal, with not unto us, but unto thy name be the praise. Our father the Tsar does not think so little of us in our horses as you do, young lady. I beg your pardon, said Lucy. I did not know what your horses could do. Oh, you did not. That is some excuse for you. I'll show you. And in one moment he was on the back of his little horse leaning down on its neck, and galloping off over the green plain like the wind. But it seemed to Lucy as if she had only just watched him out of sight on one side, before he was close to her on the other, having whirled around and cantored close up to her while she was looking the other way. Come up with me, he said. And in one moment she had been swept up before him on the little horse's neck, and was flying so wildly over the steps that her breath and sense failed her. And she knew no more till she was safe by Mrs. Bunker's fireside again. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Recorded by Laurie Ann Walden. Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe, by Charlotte M. Young. Suppose and suppose I go to sleep again. What should I like to see next? A sunny place, I think, where there is sea to look at. Shall it be Spain, and shall it be among the poor people? Well, I think I should like to be where there is a little lady girl. I hope they are not all as lazy and conceited as the Chinese and the Turk. So Lucy awoke in a large, cool room with a marble floor and heavy curtains, but with little furniture except one table and a row of chairs ranged along the wall. It had two windows, one looking out into a garden, such a garden, orange trees with shining leaves and green and golden fruit and white flowers, and jasmine and great lilies standing round about a marble court, in the midst of which was a basin of red marble where a fountain was playing, making a delicious splashing. And out beyond these sparkled in the sun the loveliest and most delicious of blue seas, the same blue sea indeed that Lucy had seen in her Italian visit. That window was empty, but the other, which looked out into the street, had cushions laid on the sill, an openwork stone ledge beyond, and little looking glasses on either side.  What are you looking at? asked Lucy, coming to her side. I'm watching for the procession. Then I shall go to church with Mama. Look, that way we shall see it come. These two mirrors reflect everything up and down the street. Are you dressed for church? asked Lucy. You have no hat on. Where does your grace come from not to know that a mantilla is what is fit for church?  And your shoes? I could not wear great coarse hard shoes, said the little Dona Ines. It would spoil my feet. Ah, I shall have time to show the seniorita what I can do. Can your grace dance? I danced with Uncle Joe at our last Christmas party, said Lucy, with great dignity. See now, cried the Spaniard, stand there. Ah, have you no castanets? And she quickly took out two very small ivory shells or bowls, each pair fastened together by a loop, through which she passed her thumb, so that the little spoons hung on her palm, and she could snap them together with her fingers. Then she began to dance round Lucy in the most graceful swimming way, now rising, now falling, and cracking her castanets together at intervals. Lucy tried to do the same, but her limbs seemed like a wooden dolls, compared with the suppleness and ease of Ines. She made sharp corners and angles, where the Spaniard floated so like a seabird, that it was like seeing her fly or float, rather than merely dance. Till at last the very watching her rendered Lucy drowsy and dizzy, and as the church bells began to ring, and the chant of the procession to sound, she lost all sense of being in Sonny Malaga, the home of grapes. End of Chapter 13 Chapter 14 of Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe by Charlotte M. Young Chapter 14 Germany There was a great murmur and buzz of learning lessons.  Very few heads looked up as Lucy found herself walking round the room. A large clean room, with maps hanging on the walls, but hot and weary feeling, because there were no windows open and so little fresh air. What are you about, little boy? she asked. I am learning my verb, he said. Lucy waited no longer, but moved off to another desk. And what are you doing? I am writing my analysis. Lucy did not know what an analysis was, so she went a little further. What are you doing here? she said timidly, for these were a somewhat bigger boys. We are drawing up an essay on the individuality of self.  Are you busy too? she said. Oh yes, we are learning the chief cities of the fatherland. Lucy felt like the little boy in the fable, who could not get either the dog or the bird or the bee to play with him. When do you play? she asked. We have an hour's interval after dinner and another at supper time, but then we prepare our work for the morrow, said one of the boys, looking up well satisfied. Work, work, are you always at work? exclaimed Lucy. I only learned from nine to half past twelve, and half an hour to get my lessons in the afternoon.  Your brothers learn more hours. More, yes, but not so many as you do. They play from twelve till half past two, and have two half holidays in the week. So, you are not industrious. We are. That is the reason why we can all act together and think together, so much better than any others, and we all stand as one irresistible power, the united Germany. Lucy gave a little gasp. It was all so very wise. May I see your sisters, she said? The little sisters, Gretchens and Katchens, were learning away almost as hard as the Hermans and Fritzes, but the bigger sisters had what Lucy thought a better time of it. One of them was helping in the kitchen, and another in the ironing, but then they had their books and their music, and in the evening all the families came out into the pleasure gardens, and had little tables with coffee before them, and the mamas knitted and the papas smoked, and the young ladies listened to the band. On the whole Lucy thought she should not mind living in Germany, if they would not do so many lessons. Chapter 15 Paris in the Siege And Uncle Joe is in France, where the fathers and brothers of those little Prussian boys have been fighting. Suppose and suppose I could see it. There was a thunder and a whizzing in the air and a sharp rattling noise besides, a strange, damp, unwholesome smell too, mixed with that of gunpowder, and when Lucy looked up, she found herself down some steps in a dark, dull, vaulted looking place, lined with stone, however, and opened to the street above. A little lamp was burning in a corner, piles of straw and bits of furniture were lying about, and upon one of the bundles of straws had a little rough-haired girl. Ah, mademoiselle, good morning! she said. Are you come here to take shelter from the shells? The battery is firing now. I do not think Mama will come home till it slackens a little. She has gone to the distribution of meat, to get a piece of horse for my brother, who is weak after his wounds. I wish I could offer you something, but we have nothing but water, and it is not even sugared. Do you live down here, as Lucy, looking round at the dreary place with wonder? Not always. We used to have a pretty little house of mover, but the cruel shells came crashing in and flew into pieces, tearing everything to sprinters, and we are only safe from them down here. Ah, if I could only have shown you Mama's pretty room. But there is a great hole in the floor now, and the ceiling is all tumbling down, and the table broken. But why do you stay here? Mama and Emily say it is all the same. We are as safe in our cellar as we could be anywhere, and we should have to pay edsware. Then you cannot get out of Paris? Oh, no.  Everyone must be a soldier now. My dear Adolf, hold yourself straight. There the doll certainly showed himself perfectly drilled and disciplined. March right foot forward, left foot forward. But in this movement, as may be well-supposed, little Coralie had to help her recruit a good deal. Lucy was surprised. So you can play even in this dreadful place, she said. Oh, yes. What's the use of crying and wearying oneself? I do not mind as long as they leave me my kitten, my dear little Minette. Oh, what a pretty long-haired kitten, but how small and thin. Yes, truly the poor Minette. The cruel people ate her mother, and there is no milk. No milk, and my poor Minette is almost starved, though I give her bits of my bread and soup. But the bread is only bran and salt dust, and she likes it no more than I. Eight of her mother? Yes, she was a superb Cyprus cat, all gray, but alas, one day she took a walk in the street, and they caught her. And then indeed it was all over with her. I only hope Minette will not get out, but she is so lean that they would find little but bones and fur. Ah, how I wish I could take you and her home to Uncle Joe, and give you both good bread and milk.  Paris is not so very far off. This is a LibriVox recording. All LibriVox recordings are in the public domain. For more information or to volunteer, please visit LibriVox.org. No, supposing very hard did not bring poor little French Coralie home with Lucy, but something almost as wonderful happened. Just at the time in the afternoon, blind man's holiday, when Lucy had been used to ride off on her dream to visit some wonderful place, there came a knock at the front door, a quite real substantial English knock and ring, that did not sound at all like any of the strange noise of the strange worlds that she had lately been hearing, but had the real tinkle of Uncle Joe's own bell. Well, said Mrs. Bunker, what can that be coming at this time of day? It can never be the doctor coming home without sending orders. Don't you be running out, Miss Lucy, there'll be a draft of cold right in. Lucy stood still, very anxious, and wondering whether she should see anything alive or one of her visitors from various countries. There is a letter from Mr. Seaman, said a brisk young voice that would have been very pleasant if it had not gone a little through the nose, and past Mrs. Bunker there walked into the full light a little boy, a year or two older than Lucy, holding out one hand as he saw her, and taking off his hat with the other. Good morning, he said, quite at his ease. Is this where you live? Good morning, returned Lucy, though it was not morning at all. Where do you come from? Well, I'm from Paris last, but when I'm at home I'm at Boston. I am Leonidas Saunders of the great American Republic. Oh, then you are not real after all. Real? I should hope I was a genuine article. Well, I was in hopes that you were real, only you say you come from a strange country, like the rest of them, and yet you look just like an English boy. Of course I do. My great-grandfather came from England, said Leonidas. We all speak English as well or better than you do in the old country. I can't understand it, said Lucy. Did you come like other people, by the train, not like the children in my dreams? And then Leonidas explained all about it to her, how his father had brought him last year to Europe, and had put him to school at Paris. But when the war broke out, and most of the stranger scholars were taken away, no orders came about him, because his father was a merchant, and was away from home, so that no one ever knew whether the letters had reached him. So Leonidas had gone on at school without many tasks to learn, to be sure, but not very comfortable. It was so cold, and there was no wood to burn, and he disliked eating horses and cats and rats, quite as much as Coralie did, though he was not in a part of the town where so many shells came in. At last, when Lucy's uncle and some other good gentleman with a red cross on their sleeves, obtained leaves to go and take some relief to the poor sick people in the hospitals. The people Leonidas was with told them that he was a little American left behind. Mr. Seaman, which was Uncle Joe's name, went to see about him, and found that he had once known his father. So after a great deal of trouble, it had been managed that the boy should be allowed to leave the town. He had been driven in an omnibus, he told Lucy, with some more Americans and English, and with flags with stars and stripes, or else Union Jacks all over it, and whenever they came to a French sentry, or afterwards to oppression, they were stopped till he called his corporal, who looked at their papers and let them go on. Mr. Seaman had taken charge of Leonidas, and given him the best dinner he had eaten for a long time. But as he was going to Blois, to other hospitals, he could not keep the boy with him, so he had put him in charge of a friend who was going to London, to send him down to Mrs. Bunker. Fear of Lucy's rash was pretty well over now, and she was to go home in a day or two, so the children were allowed to be together, and they enjoyed it very much. Lucy told about her dreams, and Leonidas had a good deal to tell of what he had really seen on his travels. They wished very much that they could both see one of these wonderful dreams together. Only what should it be? Globe by Charlotte M Yong Chapter 17 The Dream of All Nations What should it be? She thought of Arabs with their tents and horses, and Leonidas told her of red Indians with their war paint, and little Negroes dancing around the sugar boiling, till her head begun quite to swim, and her ears to bus, and all the children she had seen, and she had not seen, seemed to come round her and join hands and dance.   A Norwegian herd boy blew a monstrous bark cow horn. An Indian juggler twisted snakes round his neck to the sound of the tom-tom, and Lucy found herself and Leonidas whirling round with a young Dutch planter between them, and an Indian with a crown of feathers upon the other side of her. Oh, she seemed to herself to cry. What are you doing? How do you all come here? We are from all the nations who our friends and brethren said the voices. We all bring our stores, the sugar, rice and cotton of the west, the silk and coffee and spices of the east, the tea of China, the furs of the north. It all is exchanged from one to the other, and should teach us to be all brethren, since we cannot thrive one without the other. It all comes to our country, because we are clever to work it up, and send it out to be used in its own homes, said the Highlander. It is English and Scotch machines that weave your cottons, aye, and make your tools.  What had you to do but to sit down and starve when we sent you no cotton? If you send cotton, tis we that weave it, cried the Scot. Lucy was almost afraid they would come to blows over which was the greatest and most skillful country. It cannot be buying and selling that makes nations love one another and be peaceful, she thought. Is it being learned and wise? But the Prussian boys are studious and wise, and the French are clever and skillful, and yet they have that dreadful war. I wonder what it is that would make and keep all these country's friends. And then there came an echo back to little Lucy. Throughout the Zion shall go forth the law, and the word of the Lord from Jerusalem, and he shall judge among the nations, and shall rebuke many people, and they shall beat their swords in plowshares and their spears into pruning hooks. Nations shall not lift up sword against nation, neither shall they war any more. Yes, the more they learn and keep the law of the Lord, the less there will be at those wars. To heed the true law of the Lord will do more for peace and oneness than all the cleverness in book learning, or all the skillful manufacturers in the world. End of Chapter 17. End of Little Lucy's Wonderful Globe by Charlotte M. Young