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The baby's tongue was chattering
As fast as it could go,

Of things she meant to have and do
When older she should grow.

"Ned says I's half-past free," she cried,
And tossed her yellow curls,

"An' when I's ten I'll be as bid
As all ze dreat bid dirls !"

Then grandma's eyes grew sad and dim:
"Dear pet, when you are ten
I'll be so old I scarce can walk,
Oh, what will I do then ?"

O'er baby's face the shadow fell

Of wondering, troubled thought;
But soon she brightened, she had found
The comfort that she sought:

"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.


As little Lizette was out walking one day,
Attired with great splendor in festival array,
She met little Gretchen, in sober-hued gown,
With a basket of eggs, trudging off to the town.

"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 ;
For I have no sisters; how many have you?"

Lizette cried,

"Nein," answered wee Gretchen.

Ah, me!

I have to pretend I have sisters, you see.
But try as I will, I can't make it seem true.
And I have no brothers. How many have you ?”

"Nein," answered wee Gretchen.

"Nine!" echoed



"Why, you are the luckiest girl I have met ! And have you a baby at home, tell me now?" “Nein," answered wee Gretchen, and made a droll


Then lingered Lizette by the roadside that day,
To watch the wee maiden go trudging away.
"Nine brothers, nine sisters, nine babies to pet!
Oh, I wish I was Gretchen !" sighed little Lizette
Katherine S. Alcorn.

Printed by BENZIGER BROTHERS, New York.

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