UC-NRLF I 111 111 ii mil nil $C lb 4fc,2 J* ^ /f CD Ui 111 ust potions by •IJ9AMV6H- Vepses by Amy Ella Blan chard. COPYRIGHTED BY WOHTH1NGTDN CO. 747 BROADWAY N THE LIBRARY OF THE UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA Education GIFT OF Louise Farrow Barr Im/sfRfrf ed By VeRses By my d)Ik Blandhari *y p WoRjHinIgTonI (o. |^Jew/oRK (bpyrigKfl890 by Wording Toq (b- NEW YORK- - v Education GIFT k 156 mam 1 "See F)ow Strong I flM." S\0 strong are you, my baby ? I see that very plain ; For you can hold above your head Papa's big, heavy cane. Why, soon you can be lifting, For your mamma, the chairs ; Or bringing heavy books to her, Or helping her up-stairs. Then you can mail her letters, And run her errands, too ; There is no end of all the things My baby soon will do. You soon will be quite manly, Too soon, mamma thinks, dear ; For she 'd like to keep her baby Many, many a year. 405 ■4m <9AI^E. pf[ AMMA has gone for a moment, And all the world is awry, For it takes so very little To make this baby cry. Don't (©ai^b. ZjLL alone they have left him With only tables and chairs, And so he laughs and plays to himself, And never a bit he cares. f* p -•>& 11 *>■ w. ** ' *~*~> ©wo Rambl-bss Kittens. STCWO little kittens, quite aristocratic, 1 Lived in a rummagy, cobwebbed attic. They were no commonplace cats, if ycu please, But sleek-coated, fine-furred, thorough Malt- ese. Said one to the other, " It is a shame That we two kittens have never a name. We belong to no one, none belongs to us, Though I 've heard some call our mother ' Ma'am Puss.' " Hark!" said the other, "here mother comes now, We '11 both of us set up a dismal meow. If she boxes our ears, or gives a cuff, Or asks if we have n't had food enough, We '11 tell her our grief is deeper than that, We think it a shame that so proud a cat Should have two children with no names, at all. And then we will mew and cat-er-waul, Till she tells us how she came to be named. We will let her know that we feel ashamed." With a waving tail, and a stately tread, In came the mother cat, stopped short, and said, ; What has happened, children, since I went out? What in the world is this fuss about?" 1 O, mother, mother! we cannot be blamed; Tell us, dear mother, why we are not named; We are so ashamed, oh, what shall we do! Meow, meow ! O, dear mother ! Meow, meow ! Mew, mew ! " " Well," said their mother, "blood will tell, I 'm sure ; Such ambitious kittens show Maltese, pure. Let me think, my dears, of some right good plan ; Now, keep very still, for I must and can.". Then, softly licking one little, grey kit, By the nape of the neck she picked up it, And marched off grandly, came back for the other, And laid it down gently beside its brother, On the bed of her mistress, Florence Flippet, One on her muff, and one on her tippet, Then sat down, placidly washing her face, Well pleased that her kits were in a good place. " I declare ! " said Florence, " what is on my bed? A tail — paws — claws — and a little grey head, Two new kittens, as I live. I declare ! I wonder who on earth could put them there. Oh, they 're yours, Ma'am Puss ; well, they are too sweet. I will keep them both ; to make them com- plete Each shall have a ribbon, one red, one blue. Indeed, Ma'am Puss, I 'm much obliged to you. They shall have milk whenever they can sip it, I '11 call one Muff, and the other one Tippet." Ma'am Puss winked slyly, not saying a word, Rubbed against her mistress, and softly purred. That is all about it, for so, you see, it came These aristocratic kittens each had a name. *■! #' In (Disghief. DOUR little kits in a basket, O, the naughty kits ! Scattering the things about the floor, Pulling them to bits. One of these frolicsome kittens — O, the naughty kits ! Has tried the baby's stocking on, To see how it fits. Here is a ball of worsted, O, the naughty kits ! It is the very ball that Belle Uses when she knits. Belle, meanwhile, in the parlor, O, the naughty kits ! Never dreams of this frolic ; By the window sits. There is a ball in a tangle, O, the naughty kits ! Here is some silk all in a snarl, There a pair of mitts. When she comes back and finds you, O, you naughty kits ! I 've an idea you '11 be frightened Nearly out of your wits. Grandma's Baby. r^IG, blue eyes and fuzzy head, Lips like cherries, rosy red, Cunning feet, with wee, pink toes, Rose-leaf hands, and tiny nose, Dimpled elbows, shoulders, knees, Round her wrists a little crease, One white tooth just peeping through When she tries to say " Goo-goo ! " What if ev'ry one must walk All a tip-toe, scarcely talk, When she takes her morning nap? That is nothing. Though a lap Is the only place at night That will suit her fancy quite. Though she screams and shrieks with rage, Did you do less at her age ? What if she must clutch and tear From its roots her grandma's hair ? If your watch will keep her quiet, Why, my dear, of course you '11 try it. Bang the tongs, she 's fond of music. Does she cry? You would, were you sick. Spoiled, you say? You think so, maybe. But, you see, she 's Grandma's baby. (900 E?I^EGI0US. UOU want my dolly, Baby ? I really must say, No. I love it quite too much, you see, To ever let it go. For now 'tis. fresh and lovely, But I 'm afraid, my dear, If once I let you have it, 'T would soon look very queer. QUmmy's Baby. DIS chile ? Why, bless you, honey She sutt'nly is dat sweet You wouldn't need no sugar, Ef she was made to eat. An' smart! de smartes' baby Dere is in all dis town; She got her toofies long befo' Dat no count Hay'et Brown. An' loves her mammy, don' she? Law, bless de honey chile ! She know ez well ez I do What makes her mammy smile. She this go tug at mammy, And try to pull her hyar, An' try to poke out mammy's eyes, But mammy ain' gwine cyar. Now tell de lady what yo name, An' den how big you is ; Now kiss yo hand to lady, So she know how you's riz. Now come with old Betheuk, She gwine to take you home, An' may be you learn howdy De nex time dat you come. POW many eggs has Birdie found? One she saw lying on the ground, Four in a new nest hid away, All snug and dark, beneath the hay. Three were down by the currant bush, Close to the fence, where tall weeds push, Crowd through the rails, and climb about. But birdie saw the hen come out. Under the south porch steps were two, For out of there old Top-knot flew, She fussed, and clucked, and cackled so, That Birdie knew just where to go. And one lay down in Billy's stall Among the corn, and that was all. How many were there ? Let us see ; I '11 count with you, you count with me. I7UNJPING POI^ €SGS. First, four will go into a cake That old Aunt Phoebe wants to bake. The coffee one will clear, you know. For grandma's breakfast two must go. Three in the muffins, add to seven, And one is left — that's just eleven. ©he I^ude Rabbit. £TCHERE were some little rabbits that once He never would say " Thank you," and scarcely * lived in a wood; ever "Please," Some were gray, and some were white, and all And when he wanted anything, he'd tease, and were very good tease, and tease. Except one little rabbit, who was so impo- He'd the rudest way of calling his mother to lite come down, That his mother had to scold him from morn- And, without knocking, walked in rooms as if ing until night. they were his own. He never thought of waiting at meal-time for And these are only half the things this little the rest, rabbit did; But always first began to eat, and tried to get He never seemed to learn enough to do as he the best. was bid, He would reach across the table, and sometimes, Till no one ever asked him to visit or to I must own, ride, He even helped himself before his mother And they 'd look at him most scornfully, be- could sit down. cause he had no pride. Then how he interrupted, if a friend across And when this little rabbit a full-grown rabbit the way was, Came to call upon his mother, perhaps to He had to live all by himself, quite unbeloved, spend the day. because He would never walk behind her, in a nice, He was so rude nobody cared to have him respectful way, within sight — But would rush right in, and never wait with To think of what a difference, had he but been what he had to say. polite. Snowdrifts. QVER you go ® Into the snow, Eyes are bright, cheeks in a glow. Out he crawls, Now snow-balls Fly against the trees and walls. O, this is prime, Now's the time To run and tumble, race and climb. When we are old, Snow will seem cold, And we'll not be overbold. RETURN TO— + l 2 3 4 5 6 ALL BOOKS MAY BE RECALLED AFTER 7 DAYS DUE AS STAMPED BELOW SENT ON ILL ADD 9 *i 1QQ5 ArK £ 3 Wn3 U. C. BERKSLEY UNIVERSITY OF CALIFORNIA, BERKELEY FORM NO. DD 19 BERKELEY, CA 94720 fc \ "* SJ