WHAT PA-PA AND MAM-MA SAW.

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One time when pa-pa and

mam-ma were gone, Ann staid

out at the gate and talked

with oth-er cooks, and left

Ba-by Joe and Sue, and Flake

and Fleece all a-lone, and

Ba-by Joe want-ed to "go

bed." So, like a lit-tle wom-

an, Sue took off her own

lit-tle clothes and un-dressed

Ba-by Broth-er, and then Ba-

by Broth-er would-n't have on

his night-gown and cried, and

Ann did-n't come in to help,

though Fleece and Flake

barked to her loud, very loud.

What did pa-pa and mam-ma

see when they came? Four

lit-tle white crea-tures, nest-ed

in two big chairs; Ba-by Joe

and Sue a-sleep in one, Flake

and Fleece in an-oth-er.

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A FIN-GER SONG.

{To be said on Ba-by s Fin-gers.)

I. Shall have an ap-ple;

II. Shall have a pear;

III. Shall have a lit-tle kid, of which he'll take good care;

IV. Shall have some can-dy;

V. Shall have a ride;

VI. Shall have a lit-tle sword, all buck-led on his side;

VII. Shall have a po-ny;

VIII. Shall have a sled;

IX. Shall have a dream-ing cap, and

X. Shall go to bed,

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The birds in the grove

know lit-tle farm-house Kate.

The fish-es in the brook know

lit-tle farm-house Kate. She

is the girl that walks a-bout

with her a-pron full of nice

crumbs.

The first morn-ing this win-

ter that the brook froze o-ver,

Kate went down to the bank

and broke the ice with a stick,

and fed the fish-es with bread'

crumbs.

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Tom-my goes ev-er-y day to

look at a board in the gar-den

fence. There are four lit-tle

hacks in that board, one a-bove

an-oth-er, made with a knife,

the first hack shows how tall

Tom-my was when he was one

year old; the sec-ond how tall

when he was two; the third

how tall when he was three;

and yes-ter-day Nel-ly made a

hack for the fourth birth-day.

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Floss and Fluff were the

hap-pi-est dogs in the world.

Floss knew how to snap, and

Fluff knew how to whine,

and if they had been let to

go hun-gry, or cold, or had

been scold-ed, they'd have

been cross, naught-y dogs.

But Floss and Fluff had

good mas-ter. He was a

lit-tle boy on-ly six years

old, but he was a first-rate

mas-ter. His pa-pa said when

he brought Floss and Fluff

home:

"Now, Fred-dy, just as

long as these lit-tle fel-lows

are hap-py, just so long they

are yours!"

Fred-dy knew what that

meant. He fed his beau-ti-ful

pets at reg-u-lar hours ev-er-y

day, and e-ver-y day he combed

and brushed them, and ev-er-y

day he took them out for a

a frol-ic, and they had their

baths at the right time, and

he nev-er held up a bone and

did not give it to them. Be-

cause he was so prompt and

true and kind, Fred-dy was

hap-py, and so were Fluff

and Floss.

This is lit-tle Ro-sa-belle—

No! I beg her par-don,

This is Ma-dame Mob-cap,

Walk-ing in her gar-den.

What a fine cap it is!

What a wide bor-der!

Spec-ta-cles and walk-ing-stick,

And ev-er-y-thing in or-der.

Hop, toads, clear the way!

Bees, hush your hum-ming!

La-dy-birds and but-ter-flies,

Grand folks are com-ing!

Nev-er think she'll look at you,

Vi-o-lets and dai-sies!

You're quite too in-sig-nif-i-cant

For such a la-dy's prais-es.

She must have a king-cup,

And a prince's feath-er,

With a crown-im-pe-ri-al,

Tied up to-geth-er.

That will suit your Maj-es-ty,

Ma-dame Ro-sa-bel-la!

And here's a gold-en sun-flow-er

To make you an um-brel-la.

"Pooh!" says lit-tle Ro-sa-belle,

Pluck-ing some car-na-tions;

"You may keep your sun-flow-ers,

And all their rich re-la-tions.

"Give me a bunch of vi-o-lets,

And one of those white ros-es,

And take your crown-im-pe-ri-al

To folks that have no nos-es."

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The ba-by in the house and

the ba-by in the barn, are

great friends. The barn ba-

by is not per-mit-ted to come

in-to the house, but the house

ba-by vis-its the barn ev-er-y

day.

The house ba-by is a year

old, and the barn ba-by is

just a year old too; but the

house ba-by can on-ly take

lit-tle trem-bling steps, hold-

ing fast by moth-er's hand,

while the barn ba-by, if he

can on-ly get out of doors,

throws up his heels and runs

a-cross the fields, and no-bod-y

can catch him. The house

ba-by laughs to see him go, and

dear-ly likes his red hair, and

feel his two stout lit-tle horns,

And I think the barn ba-by likes to

feel the soft hand of

his lit-tle

friend

from the

house, for

some-times

there is salt, and

some-times there

is su-gar on the

lit-tle pink palm,

and the barn ba-

by licks it off

with his rough

tongue. Once the barn ba-by

tried to say, "Thank you."

He tried this way: He reached

his head up and licked the

house ba-by's rose-pink cheek. The

house ba-by was scared, and so was the

house ba-by's moth-er—and she ran in-to

the house with him just as fast as she could; and

then pa-pa laughed at them both, and the barn ba-by

stood and looked over the fence for half an hour.

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Bo-peep was Jack Hor-ner's

lit-tle sis-ter. When he had

his Christ-mas pie she was a

wee ba-by. But the next

Christ-mas, mam-ma hung up

her own lit-tle red-and-white

speck-led stock-ing for her.

Christ-mas morning there

was a great time. Bo-peep

sat on the bed, and shouted

"Goo! goo!" and pulled the

things out her-self from the

gay lit-tle stuffed stock-ing.

A lit-tle white rab-bit peeped

out at the top. His eyes were

made of pink beads. He had

a clov-er leaf in his mouth.

Then came a chi-na pus-sy,

black and yel-low and white.

Then a brown mouse and a

white one. The brown mouse

was choc-o-late. The white

one was su-gar: and Bo-peep

bit off the choc-o-late tail

and a su-gar ear at once.

There was a knit dol-ly, in

a bright blue dress and blue

shoes.

And a-way down in the toe

of the stock-ing, there was a

lit-tle chi-na hen. She sat in

her nest. The nest was chi-na

too. Bo-peep took her off, and

what do you think she had for

eggs? Pink-and-white car-a-

way seeds!

When Bo-peep went to bed

that night, the lit-tle red stock-

ing was left on the car-pet. In

the morn-ing mam-ma heard a

rus-tle in the stock-ing, and

shook it. Out ran a gray

mous-ie, a real, live mous-ie!

Two or three of Bo-peep's

lit-tle pink-and-white car-a-way

eggs had stayed in the toe of

the stock-ino-. Mous-ie had

smelt them in the night, and had

crept in to get his share of Christ-mas

So Bo-peep thinks she had

two Christ-mas morn-ings.

Wasn't that fun-ny?

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