GOING TO MEET PAPA.
Nurse was sick, so mamma had to take care of Baby Belle. They walked down the shady lane to meet papa, and Nipo, Baby Belle’s little dog, given her by her papa on her first birthday, trotted on behind. Baby had on the lace cap that Aunt Fanny had sent her all the way from New York, and looked sweet enough to eat.
“Putty fowers,” said she, spying the daisies and butter-cups.
“Does Baby want some for papa?” asked mamma.
“Ess, and butty-tups too.”
“Doggie, does oo love butter?” and Baby Belle put her fat hand, full of butter-cups, under Nipo’s nose. Nipo was a good-natured little dog and loved Baby, so he wagged his tail to say, “Yes.” Then he gave a joyful bark, and ran off.
“Papa is coming,” said mamma; “now for a ride,” and she and Baby followed Nipo.
At the stile Baby Belle got a dozen kisses from papa, who was on the lookout for his little daughter, and rode home on papa’s shoulder as proud as a queen.
GOING TO MEET PAPA.
GOING TO MEET PAPA.
GOING TO MEET PAPA.