NOVEMBER 26TH.

NOVEMBER 27TH.

Now, Baby Bunting, I'll brush your clothes,
And don't be always whisking your nose,

This way and that. Just count your toes.

NOVEMBER 27TH.

There's no one ever sees his face,

And yet we all agree

That every plate we break was cracked
By Mr. No-bod-ee!

NOVEMBER 28TH.

I'm really just as happy

As ever a child can be,

For everybody loves me so,

NOVEMBER 29TH.

So, Dolly, won't you stay alone,

And be real good while I am gone?

Good-bye, my precious! Yes, I'll come

And kiss you, soon as I get home.

NOVEMBER 30TH.

"Purr!" said the pussy-cat,

Winking at her paws:

"When my little lady walks this way, We cats know well the cause."

DECEMBER IST.

In winter, when the fields are white

I sing this song for your delight,

In spring, when woods are getting green,

I'll try and tell you what I mean.

NOVEMBER 30TH.

DECEMBER 2D.

DECEMBER 3D.