Little Miss Muffle by Anonymous
Little Miss Muffle was
sitting waiting. She had on
her new winter coat and her new
winter bonnet, and she sat as still
as a mouse.
'Why is little Miss Muffle so gay,
In her winter coat and bonnet to-day?
Because she is going with mother away
For a drive in a carriage and pair,'
said Uncle George, coming into
the room. He always called his
niece Miss Muffle, though her real
name was Annette.
'Yes,' said Miss Muffle, 'I am
going with my mother, and I shall
not be a bit cold. I am never cold
in the winter; my mother keeps me
'Yes,' said Uncle George; 'your
father and mother are rich, and can
give their little girl all she wants.
I wonder if Miss Muffle would like
to go and see some little girls who
have no warm coats or shoes and
Miss Muffle looked up at Uncle George.
'I should like to see those little
girls, Uncle George. Will you take
me to see them?'
So Uncle George went in the
carriage with Miss Muffle and her
mother. And as they were driving
along he told the coachman to stop
at some poor cottages near the
road. He lifted Miss Muffle out
of the carriage, and told her mother
they would not be long, if she would
not mind waiting. Uncle George
knocked at the door of the first cottage.
Miss Muffle gave a little shiver,
for there was no fire, and sitting
close together on the floor were
three little children, trying to get
warm under an old shawl of their mother's.
'And how are the children
getting on at school?' said Uncle George.
'Only Ben has gone,' said the
mother, 'for the others have on
shoes, except a pair of slippers that
they wear in turn on fine days, but
such weather as this they would be
wet through at once.'
'Have they had their dinner?'
asked Uncle George.
'They have each had a piece of
dry bread; that is all I can give
them, for the father is out of work.'
The tears were in Miss Muffle's eyes.
Uncle George slipped out of the
door, and presently came back with
a great basket, which he opened,
and gave each of the children a
large sandwich, at sight of which
their eyes gleamed with joy. How
hungry they were!
'And you must get some coal at
once, Mrs. Trotter,' said Uncle
George, putting some money on
the table, and at the same time
taking out of the basket tea, sugar,
bread, cheese, bacon, and all sorts
of food. 'And you must have a
good meal for your husband and
the children, and we will see about
shoes and stockings in a day or two.'
'Uncle George,' said Miss Muffle,
when they returned to the carriage,
'I will give them all the money I
have, and father and mother will
give some, and we will buy clothes
and shoes and stockings for the
poor little children.