In the High Valley / Being the fifth and last volume of the Katy Did series

Susan Coolidge has always possessed the affection of her young readers, for it seems as if she had the happy instinct of planning stories that each girl would like to act out in reality.—The Critic.

Not even Miss Alcott apprehends child nature with finer sympathy, or pictures its nobler traits with more skill.—Boston Daily Advertiser.

"What a beautiful book! How fine are the illustrations! How pure and sweet are these rhymes!" Grandpa bought the book, and Dot was delighted with her present. So is mamma. She says the stories are as good as she could make them herself. If you want just the daintiest book of the season, get this. Don't be put off with something common. This beats "Mother Goose" and all the old nursery books all to pieces. It contains a great deal of sense, just a little nonsense, and sparkles with fun, which all the household will relish. This is better than forty dolls, because the dolls usually can't talk, but this can.—Illustrated Christian Weekly.

This is a charming collection of nursery ballads, full of lively nonsense and quaint conceits, such as appeal to childish imaginations. The merry rhymes and grotesque illustrations make each other doubly effective. No better book since "Mother Goose" than this for reading to children, who will cry, "Again, again," and will never tire of its felicitous jingles. It is dedicated to "My mother, Julia Ward Howe."—Boston Woman's Journal.

The rhymes and jingles in this little volume are very genuine products, for they have every sign of being what many nursery rhymes are not, songs which have stood the critical test of a house full of children of different ages and varying temperaments and been approved. Mrs. Richards has a natural gift of striking the whimsical without rising above the comprehension of young people, nor on the other hand, falling into the strained or the commonplace.—New York Times.

It is like getting a new and greatly enlarged sequel to dear old "Mother Goose" to take up Mrs. Laura E. Richards's pretty book. She knows how to be funny without being silly; her rhymes are lively and jingle merrily on the ear; the odd fancies and quaint imagery are just of the sort to entertain very young children. "In My Nursery" may be heartily commended as an almost inexhaustible store house of amusement for little girls and boys.—The Boston Beacon.

The author of "Dear Daughter Dorothy" needs no passport to favor. That bewitching little story which she not only wrote but illustrated must have given the name of A. G. Plympton a notable place among the writers of children's stories. Followed by "Betty, a Butterfly" and now by "The Little Sister of Wilifred," we have a most interesting trio with which to adorn a child's library.—Boston Times.

The lost hero was a poor old negro who saved the Columbia express from destruction at the time of the Charleston earthquake, and vanished from human ken after his brave deed was accomplished, swallowed up, probably, in some yawning crevice of the envious earth. The story is written with that simplicity which is the perfection of art, and its subtle pathos is given full and eloquent expression. But noble as the book is, viewed as a literary performance, it owes not a little of its peculiar attractiveness to the illustrations with which it is now adorned after drawings by Frank T. Merrill.—The Beacon.

A Fable for Children. By Lily F. Wesselhœft, author of "Sparrow, The Tramp," and "Flipwing, the Spy." With illustrations. 16mo, cloth. Price, $1.25.

"The child is father of the man."—so Wordsworth sang; and here is a jolly story of a little girl who was her father's mother in a very real way. There were hard lines for him, and she was fruitful of devices to help him along, even having an auction of the pretty things that had been given her from time to time, and realizing a neat little sum. Then her father was accused of peculation; and she, sweetly ignorant of the ways of justice, went to the judge and labored with him, to no effect, though he was wondrous kind. Then in court she gave just the wrong evidence, because it showed how poor her father was, and so established a presumption of his great necessity and desperation. But the Deus ex machina—the wicked partner—arrived at the right moment, and owned up, and the good father was cleared, and little Daughter Dorothy was made glad. But this meagre summary gives but a poor idea of the ins and outs of this charming story, and no idea of the happy way in which it is told.—Christian Register.

"The sketches of life, especially of its odd and out-of-the-way aspects, by H. H. always possess so vivid a reality that they appear more like the actual scenes than any copy by pencil or photograph. They form a series of living pictures, radiant with sunlight and fresh as morning dew. In this new story the fruits of her fine genius are of Colorado growth, and though without the antique flavor of her recollections of Rome and Venice, are as delicious to the taste as they are tempting to the eye, and afford a natural feast of exquisite quality."—N. Y. Tribune.

"This charming little book, written for children's entertainment and instruction, is equally delightful to the fathers and mothers. It is life in New England, and the racy history of a long railway journey to the wilds of Colorado. The children are neither imps nor angels, but just such children as are found in every happy home. The pictures are so graphically drawn that we feel well acquainted with Rob and Nelly, have travelled with them and climbed mountains and found silver mines, and know all about the rude life made beautiful by a happy family, and can say of Nelly, with their German neighbor, Mr. Kleesman, 'Ach well, she haf better than any silver mine in her own self.'"—Chicago Inter-Ocean.

"In 'Nelly's Silver Mine' Mrs. Helen Hunt Jackson has given us a true classic for the nursery and the school-room, but its readers will not be confined to any locality. Its vivid portraiture of Colorado life and its truth to child-nature give it a charm which the most experienced cannot fail to feel. It will stand by the side of Miss Edgeworth and Mrs. Barbauld in all the years to come."—Mrs. Caroline H. Dall.

"We heartily commend the book for its healthy spirit, its lively narrative, and its freedom from most of the faults of books for children."—Atlantic Monthly.