The baby's tongue was chattering Of things she meant to have and do "Ned says I's half-past free," she cried, And tossed her yellow curls, "An' when I's ten I'll be as bid Then grandma's eyes grew sad and dim: 66 I'll be so old I scarce can walk, O'er baby's face the shadow fell Of wondering, troubled thought; “Why, dram'ma, don't oo fink,” she cried, With baby logic deep, "Zat when oo can't walk any more Oo'd better learn to creep?" Carrie Blake Morgan. LITTLE LIZETTE. As little Lizette was out walking one day, "Good-morning! Good-morning!" cried little Lizette, "You haven't been over to visit me yet. Come over and live with me always; pray do ; "Nein," answered wee Gretchen. Lizette cried, Ah, me! 66 I have to pretend I have sisters, you see. But try as I will, I can't make it seem true. "Nein," answered wee Gretchen. Lizette, "Nine!" echoed "Why, you are the luckiest girl I have met ! And have you a baby at home, tell me now?" کا * Nein," answered wee Gretchen, and made a droll bow. Then lingered Lizette by the roadside that day, Printed by BENZIGER BROTHERS, New York. |