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+*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78348 ***
+
+
+
+
+BONNY BAIRNS
+
+
+
+
+                               CONTENTS
+
+ Title                                                              Page
+
+
+ +Dedication.+                                                        02
+
+ +A Story.+                                                           04
+
+ +What Baby is Like.+                                                 06
+
+ +TWO MAMMAS.+                                                        08
+
+ +Comfort.+                                                           10
+
+ +Down by the Garden Wall.+                                           12
+
+ +Two Kittys.+                                                        14
+
+ +Hoops.+                                                             16
+
+ +My Lover.+                                                          19
+
+ +Say Please.+                                                        20
+
+ +Jumpity-Jump.+                                                      22
+
+ +The Butterfly.+                                                     25
+
+ +Two Years Old.+                                                     26
+
+ +Orphaned.+                                                          28
+
+ +The Old Clock.+                                                     30
+
+ +Too Sure.+                                                          34
+
+ +What’s in the Basket?+                                              36
+
+ +When the Winds are Blowing.+                                        37
+
+ +Supper.+                                                            38
+
+ +Shadows.+                                                           40
+
+ +The Chimney Bird.+                                                  42
+
+ +Where is Milly?+                                                    45
+
+ +Snow.+                                                              47
+
+ +Bed Time.+                                                          48
+
+
+
+
+                             +Dedication.+
+
+[Illustration: Little girls with hoops]
+
+
+ For all bonny bairns, little boys, little girls,
+ With blue eyes or brown eyes, with tangles or curls,
+ Here are pictures and stories, whatever your mood,
+ To help you all smile, and to make you all good;
+ To put you to sleep; to make you forget
+ Your pain when you’re sick, your frowns when you fret.
+ The children you’ll find here, all did as you do,
+ And hope you will love them, for they all love you.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Little boy--bonny bairn]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Title-page]
+
+                           ·+Bonny·Bairns+·
+
+                           Illustrations by
+
+                              ·IDA·WAUGH·
+
+                               Verses by
+
+                         ·AMY·ELLA·BLANCHARD·
+
+                      ·+Worthington·Co·New·York+·
+
+              COPYRIGHT 1888 BY WORTHINGTON CO·NEW YORK·
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Little girl asks Peggy to tell her a story]
+
+
+
+
+                              +A Story.+
+
+[Illustration: Star children]
+
+                 “+Please+ tell me a story, Peggy.”
+                 “Well, then, and what shall it be?
+                 About a star or a fairy,
+                 Or children like you and me?”
+
+ “Not children. I’m tired of children,
+ They always do something wrong.
+ I think a star would be better;
+ Don’t make the story too long.”
+
+                 “Well, once a bright star was shining,
+                 ’Way up in the dark, night sky,
+                 And it had a little sister,
+                 That was shining too, close by.”
+
+ And the moon was their own mother,
+ And she said they must come in;
+ But they said they didn’t want to.
+ They’d like to see day begin
+
+                 “So they shone, and shone, and shone there,
+                 Till they had a great surprise:
+                 For up came the sun so brightly,
+                 That it most put out their eyes.”
+
+[Illustration: Star children shade their eyes from the sun's
+bright light]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Baby is sweet as a song is]
+
+
+
+
+                         +What Baby is Like.+
+
+[Illustration: Baby in mother's arms; flower grows around them]
+
+ +Baby+ grows like a flower,
+ Baby is fresh as a rose,
+ Daintily hued as the blossoms,
+ As the fragrant apple blows.
+
+ Baby is sweet as a song is,
+ The song of a twilight bird.
+ He’s bright as the lark’s gay trilling,
+ That early dawn has stirred.
+
+ Baby shines as a star does,
+ Gold gleams his darling head,
+ White pillow clouds around him,
+ Where he peeps out of bed.
+
+ Baby is dear as--O, baby!
+ Nothing so dear can be,
+ In all the wide world’s wonder,
+ As this little baby to me.
+
+
+
+
+                             +TWO MAMMAS.+
+
+[Illustration: Girl stands looking away from a tall grass]
+
+ “My mamma is buful.”
+ “Mine is bufuller.
+ No one ever, ever saw
+ Any one like her.”
+
+     “My mamma is sweetest.”
+     “Mine is sweetest, too.”
+     “My mamma has brown eyes.”
+     “My mamma has blue.”
+
+         “My mamma loves me most.”
+         “My mamma loves me.”
+         “Mine calls me her lovey-dove.”
+         “Mine says ‘Birdie wee.’”
+
+             “My mamma is bestest.”
+             “Mine is goodest best.”
+             “Well, she is my own mamma,
+             That’s worth all the rest.”
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Children play with their dolls]
+
+
+
+
+                              +Comfort.+
+
+[Illustration: Baby girls]
+
+ “What, tears! my little one, how’s this?”
+ Come, climb up in my lap, and tell me all about it.
+ You will not love me? Will not kiss?
+ It isn’t a nice world? Why, Dear, what makes you doubt it?
+ First, then, your little cunning kit,
+ That you believed was always good, and soft, and furry,
+ Showed claws, scratched you, and fought, and bit,
+ And all because you were in such a hurry,
+ You could not wait for her to eat,
+ But picked her up before her meal was over.
+ “She ought to love you more than meat.”
+ Well, so she ought, but then a cat’s not a good lover.
+ And then, the fairy tale Ned told,
+ It was so beautiful; you wanted it forever.
+ Next day he said you were too old
+ To think such nonsense could be true; that there were never
+ Fairies, or brownies, or such stuff.
+ And now you never can again believe it,
+ As though your cat’s claws weren’t enough.
+ “This horrid world! why do not people it.”
+ Why Dear, my little brown-eyed Dear,
+ I, great big I, am in just such a trouble.
+ Don’t cry; why I have not one tear,
+ And tears, maybe, will make us see things double.
+ My kitten would not love me best,
+ And when I stroked its fur the wrong way, showed its claws too.
+ My fairy tale, it was confessed,
+ No truer, Dear, than yours, and yet I thought it was true.
+ Now you love me, and I’ll love you,
+ And tell you all about a really, truly fairy--
+ About a little girl I knew,
+ Whose name was just the same as--guess--as yours? Yes, Mary.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Mother comforts her child]
+
+
+
+
+                      +Down by the Garden Wall.+
+
+[Illustration: One child sits on the wall; the other stands
+behind the wall]
+
+ Down by the garden wall,
+ There grew a flower,
+   And it grew so tall
+ That the sun, he kissed it,
+ The breeze tried to twist it,
+ The birds would insist it
+   Was no flower at all.
+
+ Down by the garden wall,
+ The bees and birds flew,
+   And butterflies, all
+   Seeing the flower too,
+ One said ’twas a pitty,
+ Another ’twas pretty,
+ The birds said “Twit-twit tee,
+   ’Twill most surely fall.”
+
+ Down by the garden wall,
+   Some one came running,
+ Not near so tall
+   As the flow’r a sunning
+ Itself in the sun,
+ But no bud begun
+ Was so sweet a one
+   As this one so small.
+
+ Who, by the garden wall,
+   Reached up to the flower
+ On tiptoe; so small
+   That o’er her would tower
+ The blossom, so pink.
+ Said some one, “I think
+ You must need a drink,
+   Sweet flower.” They call
+
+ You a weed by the wall,
+   But better I know you,
+ You’re no weed at all.
+   To mamma I will show you,
+ She’ll put you a vase in,
+ Or fine China basin,
+ Some lovely cool place in.
+   Then come, flower tall.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Little girl reaches up to the flower]
+
+
+
+
+                             +Two Kittys.+
+
+[Illustration: Cat lies on a ledge]
+
+ What a big pussy-cat,
+ Lapping up the milk,
+ Does it say Mew, Mew,
+ As other kits do?
+ Has it fur soft as silk?
+ And furry paws to pat?
+
+                 What does Miss Milly think
+                 To see her milk gone?
+                 Shall we say Scat! Scat!
+                 To this great big cat?
+                 Shall we give it a bone
+                 Instead of milk to drink?
+
+ You’re not a really cat?
+ So I see, my dear,
+ With your curly pate,
+ And your name’s Kit-Kate?
+ I thought ’twas very queer,
+ That cats grew big as that.
+
+                 Don’t be a kitty-cat,
+                 My little Kit-Kate,
+                 Else, may be, you know,
+                 Your whiskers might grow.
+                 Upon my word, I’d hate
+                 To hear you say Pstiss! Spat!
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Two children, one holding a cat, watch as a
+third pretends to be a cat lapping at the milk]
+
+
+
+
+                               +Hoops.+
+
+[Illustration: _Baby Grace_]
+
+ Two little girls were out at play,
+   The day was bright and sunny,
+ Each saw the other one, and laughed,
+   They must have thought it funny.
+
+ “Your hoop is very small,” said Grace.
+   “And yours is big,” said Gussy.
+ Grace said, “Suppose I change with you,
+   I’m not the least bit fussy.”
+
+ And then both of them laughed again,
+   Right in each other’s faces,
+ And Grace took Gussie’s hoop to roll,
+   So Gussy trundled Grace’s.
+
+ They ran and laughed, and laughed and ran,
+   Their hoops went over, under;
+ And when they said “Goodbye” they laughed,
+   At what, I really wonder.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: _Baby Gussy_]
+
+
+
+
+                              +My Lover.+
+
+[Illustration: _Girl on right, baby brother on left_]
+
+ Have I a lover? I can’t say no,
+ For some one always tells me so.
+ And I let him? Of course, you see
+ It does no harm to him or me.
+
+ Do we quarrel? Why, how you ask
+ Me questions. Take me quite to task.
+ We quarrel? Yes, we sometimes do;
+ But then, we kiss and make up, too.
+
+ What does he look like? Is he tall?
+ Blue eyes or brown? mouth large or small?
+ His eyes are large and soft and grey,
+ And he is quite tall, so they say.
+
+ He loves me dearly, and I’m sure
+ His love is warm, and strong and pure;
+ In all the world he loves me best,
+ Thinks I’m the sweetest, prettiest.
+
+ He says he’ll have no wife but me;
+ Wherever I am he must be;
+ My steps he guards with loving care,
+ When we go walking anywhere.
+
+ You think I’m proud of him, you say.
+ Such are not found, dear, every day.
+ I only hope when you are grown,
+ You’ll have as true love for your own.
+
+ When will we marry? I must smile,
+ You look so gravely all the while;
+ I’m old enough to be his mother,
+ Why, dear, he is your baby brother.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Little girl sits on her mother’s lap]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Feeding the chickens]
+
+
+
+
+                             +Say Please.+
+
+[Illustration: _Headshot of little girl on left; flowers on right_]
+
+ “No, not a bit of breakfast,
+ For chickens big or small;
+ Until you ask politely,
+ No single grain shall fall.
+ So, say Please, if you please,
+ Any way you want to,
+ With a cluck, cluck; peep, peep;
+ Or cock-a-doodle-doo;
+ With a caw-caw; quack, quack;
+ Say any one of these;
+ I am not particular.
+ If it only means please.”
+
+ Mr. Rooster, Mrs. Hen,
+ Set a good example,
+ Show the other ones the way
+ With a little sample
+ Of your Please, if you please,
+ Any way you choose to,
+ Crow or cluck, peep or caw,
+ Else I must refuse you;
+ Breakfast will be dinner,
+ Unless you all make haste;
+ “And your dinner will be supper,
+ Before you get a taste.”
+
+ Then up spoke Mr. Rooster,
+ And crowed his very best;
+ “Cluck, cluck,” said Mrs. Hen, and then
+ Soon followed all the rest.
+ It was “Caw! Caw! Cock-a-doo!”
+ In voices high and deep,
+ The big ones crowed and cawed,
+ The little ones cried “Peep,”
+ But everything meant “Please,
+ We want our breakfast, please,”
+ Till Nellie said “I never knew
+ Of chicks polite as these.”
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Woman pushing baby in pram with three children
+looking at baby]
+
+
+
+
+                            +Jumpity-Jump.+
+
+[Illustration: Baby crawling]
+
+ Jumpity! jumpity! jump!
+ My little sugar lump
+ Has kicked off his shoe,
+ And one stocking, too--
+   Such a baby to jump!
+
+ Trotity! trotity! trot!
+ Curly haired little tot
+ Must have some fresh air,
+ ’Neath trees green and fair,
+   Before the sun is too hot.
+
+ Rockity! rockity! rock!
+ Baby-boy in a white frock,
+ All over the floor,
+ Like ships from the shore,
+   Baby and I will rock.
+
+ Niddy-nid! niddy-nid! noddy!
+ Such a sweet little body,
+ Now curl in my lap,
+ And take a good nap,
+   Off to the land of noddy.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Baby-boy in a white frock]
+
+
+
+
+                           +The Butterfly.+
+
+[Illustration: Child trying to stop the butterfly]
+
+ “Don’t be ’fraid, you butterfly,
+   Please stay till mamma first sees you,
+ You can go home by and bye,
+   Take a little nap first, please do.”
+
+ I love you, dear butterfly,
+   And I wish that I could kiss you,
+ But I’m ’fraid almost to try.
+   If you fly, mamma will miss you.
+
+ “Please be good till we get home,
+   Then I’ll give some candy to you
+ If mamma will give me some.
+   You don’t want to fly now, do you?”
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Two little girls, one holds a doll]
+
+
+
+
+                           +Two Years Old.+
+
+[Illustration: Back view of girl]
+
+ What shall we give to our baby?
+   She is two years old to-day,
+ She has learned to sing and prattle,
+   To walk, to run, and to play;
+ To kiss “good-night” and “good-morning,”
+   To wave her hand to papa;
+ To look for the stars in heaven,
+   And the moon, “the stars’ mamma.”
+
+ What shall we bring to our baby,
+   Who has learned to be so wise?
+ Roses, pink as her cheeks are;
+   Blue ribbons to match her eyes;
+ A pin to fasten her frock with,
+   Set round with tiny pearls,
+ No whiter than her teeth are,
+   The gold like her burnished curls.
+
+ A book all full of pictures--
+   For she is a picture too,
+ With stories of dear little babies
+   Who have done as she will do;
+ And last of all, a dolly
+   Without a blemish or flaw,
+ As nearly as possible like her
+   As she is like her mamma.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl among the blooms covering the garden wall]
+
+
+
+
+                              +Orphaned.+
+
+[Illustration: Thistles]
+
+ Sunshine of golden floods all the earth over,
+     Gold in the heart of the rose,
+ Bountiful blooms all the garden walls cover,
+     Gold on the buttercup shows,
+ Wealth on the swaying grass. What can be kinder,
+     Than blossoms all day to the bee?
+ Riches, and wealth, and fair gold for the finder,
+     But never a little for me.
+
+ Ev’rywhere children cling close to their mother,
+     Stars have their moon up above.
+ “Kiss me good-night,” whispers sister and brother,
+     “Good-night,” whispers dear mother-love.
+ Mother-bird folds her wings over, to cover
+     Little birds up in the tree,
+ Love it is--love--and sweet love the world over,
+     But never a little to me.
+
+ Rest for the bird, in her nest in the willow,
+     Rest for the butterfly’s wings,
+ So many tired heads find a heart-pillow,
+     So many sweet, restful things.
+ Fair little islands, all silent and lonely,
+     Rest in the arms of the sea,
+ I am so tired--why should it be only
+     That never comes rest unto me?
+
+
+
+
+                           +The Old Clock.+
+
+[Illustration: Christmas stockings and decorations]
+
+ To-morrow! to-morrow! when will it be here?
+ When I asked mamma if it wasn’t real near,
+ She said, “When both hands on the clock point again
+ To twelve, why to-morrow will come to us then.”
+
+ This provoking old clock will not hurry a bit,
+ I cannot see what is the matter with it,
+ Perhaps ’tis so old that it has to go slow,
+ Forgets about Christmas, or else does not know.
+
+ I wonder if I were to help it along--
+ Poor old thing--if any one could think it wrong,
+ I know it will thank me for one little touch,
+ It must be so tired of ticking so much.
+
+ I think I must do it, if Santa Claus came
+ A little bit early, it would be a shame
+ To find no one ready; he might go away,
+ And never come back again, next Christmas Day.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Child on chair reaches up to the clock hands
+pointing to twelve while little girl with doll watches]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Children with their dolls and doll pram draped over
+a chair]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Head shot of child]
+
+
+
+
+                              +Too Sure.+
+
+[Illustration: Long stemmed yellow daisies]
+
+ A little white Daisy grew by the road,
+     And it was September weather,
+ Near by in the grass, some Golden-rod showed,
+     With Asters clustered together.
+
+ “Dear me, just see,” the Golden-rod said,
+     “I do not think I remember,
+ A saucy Daisy to poke up its head,
+     Among us, blooms of September.”
+
+ “The impudent thing, her time is gone,”
+     Remarked a yellow-eyed Aster,
+ “I should think she would feel she is all alone,”
+     And a haughty look she cast her.
+
+ “Don’t you know,” said Golden-rod, “Daisy white,
+     You should not be seen this season,
+ Your time is in May and June. What right
+     Have you here? Just give us your reason.”
+
+ “Somebody might like me,” Daisy replied,
+     “I do not mean any harm, sir,
+ I wanted to grow, and tried, and tried,
+     Quite early, when it was warm, sir.”
+
+ “No matter,” said Aster, “leave her alone,
+     She’ll soon find herself mistaken,
+ Somebody will gather us every one,
+     And leave her there all forsaken.”
+
+ So the Asters flaunted, and Golden-rod
+     Turned its back on the Daisy,
+ And never so much as gave her a nod,
+     And whispered, “She must be crazy.”
+
+ But at last a maiden came one day,
+     Down by the proud, purple Aster,
+ Down by the Golden-rod nodding away,
+     And every heart beat faster.
+
+ But behold! she passed them carelessly by,
+     Saw only the Daisy blossom.
+ “You dear little thing!” they heard her cry,
+     And she put it in her bosom.
+
+[Illustration: White daisy]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Maiden holds the daisy blossom to her chest]
+
+
+
+
+                        +What’s in the Basket?+
+
+[Illustration: Child in a hat peeps over the top of a basket]
+
+
+ What’s in the basket? I wonder, I wonder,
+   Something peeps out like the silk of corn,
+ Silky and wavy; a straw hat under,
+   Why, now it moves, as sure as I’m born.
+
+ What’s in the basket? A chicken? A bunny?
+   No, two blue eyes look over the side,
+ Red lips are laughing, head looks so funny,
+   There! The something is trying to hide.
+
+ What’s in the basket? why, who would have thought it?
+   My little baby, with flaxen hair,
+ Hid in the basket, and home papa brought it,
+   High on his shoulder. Well! Well! I declare.
+
+
+
+
+                     +When the Winds are Blowing.+
+
+[Illustration: Mother and baby surrounded by roses]
+
+ Roses red, and roses white,
+   Roses all a-growing,
+ Nodding to my baby bright,
+   When the winds are blowing.
+
+ Little ships upon the sea,
+   Going, coming, coming,
+ One will sail to you and me,
+   When the winds are blowing.
+
+ Little stars up in the sky,
+   Golden twinkles showing,
+ Clouds will hide them by and by,
+   When the winds are blowing.
+
+ Little ripples on the shore,
+   Inward ever flowing,
+ They will change to waves that roar,
+   When the winds are blowing.
+
+ Little baby on my breast,
+   Sorrow all unknowing,
+ May God always guard thy rest;
+   When the winds are blowing.
+
+
+
+
+                               +Supper.+
+
+[Illustration: Children’s faces on a branch]
+
+ The little birds are flying,
+ Each to its nesty home,
+ The light is growing fainter,
+ Come, little Cecil, come.
+ ’Tis time to have your supper,
+ Sister Alice has it here,
+ She will feed you, little brother,
+ Then rock you, baby dear;
+ She will sing till you are sleepy,
+ Sing about all kinds of things,
+ Little boys, and cows, and horses,
+ And birdies with swift wings;
+ Of little boats a-sailing
+ Upon the great wide sea;
+ Of little dancing fairies,
+ As tiny as can be;
+ And then when little Cecil
+ Has drooped his curly head,
+ Gone off to visit Dreamland,
+ She will put him in his bed.
+
+[Illustration: Children embrace]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Alice has little Cecil’s supper ready]
+
+
+
+
+                              +Shadows.+
+
+[Illustration: Silhouette of children dancing]
+
+ Dance shadows, dance to us, bow to us so;
+ Come as we come to you; go when we go;
+ Grow big and little; grow short and grow tall;
+ You shadows that live on the side of the wall.
+
+ Fly shadows, fly from us; fast as we run,
+ You cannot go from us while there is sun;
+ Bob up and down again; fall when we fall;
+ You shadows that live on the side of the wall.
+
+ Hide shadows, hide from us; sun’s in a cloud,
+ You will not play then, you’re growing too proud.
+ Ah! there you come out, first one, and then all;
+ You shadows that live on the side of the wall.
+
+ Play shadows, play with us, just as we say,
+ Mock if you will, you cannot run away,
+ We are quite sure you will come when we call;
+ You shadows that live on the side of the wall.
+
+ Shadows, good-bye to you, we’ll come again,
+ To-morrow, perhaps, if it does not rain,
+ There is no finding you, when rain-drops fall;
+ You shadows that live on the side of the wall.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Children dancing making shadows on a wall]
+
+
+
+
+                          +The Chimney Bird.+
+
+[Illustration: Girl looking at plant]
+
+ Little flying chimney bird,
+ Do you live with soot and smoke?
+ I should think ’twould spoil your wings,
+ Blind your eyes, and make you choke.
+ You have queer taste, on my word,
+ Little, flying chimney bird.
+
+ Little black-capped chimney bird,
+ What a place to build a nest.
+ Good enough for bats, perhaps,
+ They are not so nicely dressed;
+ But for you, it is absurd,
+ Little black-capped chimney bird.
+
+ Little bright-eyed chimney bird,
+ Were I you, I’d take a tree,
+ Like the other birdies do;
+ Don’t you look so pert at me,
+ Just as if you hadn’t heard,
+ Little, saucy chimney bird.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl with doll watching bird fly above]
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Girl perched in a tree]
+
+
+
+
+                           +Where is Milly?+
+
+[Illustration: Looking for Milly]
+
+ Rose-time and daisy-time,
+ Both have come together.
+ O, the thrush and robin songs,
+ O, the golden weather,
+ Em’rald green upon the hills,
+ Deep green in the hollow;
+ Overhead a bird sings out,
+ Follow! Follow! Follow!
+
+ Butterflies, the wild rose hedge
+ Daintily dip over,
+ Yellow banded honey bees
+ Cling about the clover.
+ Flying birds and butterflies,--
+ But where has flown my Milly?
+ Tell me, little bright-eyed bird
+ That sings “Tu whilly-whilly!”
+
+ One sings from the wild rose hedge,
+ And bids me “Follow! Follow!”
+ One flies from the apple-tree,
+ “Tu whilly!” towards the hollow;
+ O, you birds, which one is right?
+ If I may find my Milly,
+ Shall I down the hollow go,
+ Or up the meadow hilly?
+
+ But down the hollow first I went,
+ And like a bird I found her,
+ Perched in a tree, with eglantine
+ Upspringing all around her.
+ And like a bird, she sang so sweet,
+ I think the blossoms missed her,
+ When I had led her home again,
+ And held her close, and kissed her.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Children dressed in warm clothes and hats in the snow]
+
+
+
+
+                                +Snow.+
+
+[Illustration: Children pulling other children seated in sleds]
+
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+ On the ground, and in the air,
+ Over children. Do they care?
+ Do they mind it? Not a bit,
+ They are very glad of it.
+ How they laugh, and roll, and shout,
+ Snow-balls flying all about.
+       Oh! Oh! Oh!
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+ Sleigh-bells jingle, “Boy behind!”
+ Driver laughing, he’ll not mind
+ If the boys do steal a ride.
+ Once a boy he. Ah, he’s spied
+ That small boy, who runs so fast,
+ He will get there too, at last.
+       Now, go, go,
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+ What a lot of boys and girls,
+ Sparkling eyes, and dancing curls,
+ First one, then another flies
+ Down the hill, and each one cries
+ That his sled can beat them all.
+ Take care, little ones, don’t fall.
+       Such a show,
+       And snow! Snow!
+
+       Snow! Snow! Snow!
+ Somewhere underneath it all,
+ Through the winter, through the fall,
+ Little seeds are fast asleep,
+ Folded warm, and covered deep.
+ When they peep up all around,
+ From the moist, spring-swelling ground,
+       Then we know,
+       ’Tis good-bye snow.
+
+
+
+
+                              +Bed Time.+
+
+[Illustration: Goldenhead says good-night]
+
+ The sunset yonder in the sunset sky,
+   Is bright and red as any robins breast,
+ There is no sign of bird or butterfly,
+   The bees have given up their honey quest,
+ The moon will soon be bringing out her light,
+ ’Tis time for Goldenhead to say Good-night.
+
+ The sun has gone to bed, so tired he;
+   The birds, dear, do not want to sit up late.
+ I’m very sure, that ev’ry baby bee
+   Knows better than to say “Mamma, please wait.”
+ So, if the birds and bees do what is right,
+ My Goldenhead will surely say Good-night.
+
+
+
+
+[Illustration: Back cover shows lots of children and the
+title Bonny Bairns]
+
+
+
+
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+*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78348 ***
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+<div style='text-align:center'>*** START OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78348 ***</div>
+
+<h1>BONNY BAIRNS</h1>
+
+<figure class="figcenter width400" id="front-cover">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/frontcover.jpg" alt="Front cover">
+</figure>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="CONTENTS">CONTENTS</h2>
+</div>
+
+<table data-summary="contents">
+<tbody>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">Title</td>
+<td class="tdr">Page</td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl"><span class="sb3">&#160;</span></td>
+<td class="tdr"></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Dedication"><span class="smcap">Dedication.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_02">02</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#A_Story"><span class="smcap">A Story.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_04">04</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#What_Baby_is_Like"><span class="smcap">What Baby is Like.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_06">06</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#TWO_MAMMAS"><span class="allsmcap">TWO MAMMAS.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_08">08</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Comfort"><span class="smcap">Comfort.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_10">10</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Down_by_the_Garden_Wall"><span class="smcap">Down by the Garden Wall.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_12">12</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Two_Kittys"><span class="smcap">Two Kittys.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_14">14</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Hoops"><span class="smcap">Hoops.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_16">16</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#My_Lover"><span class="smcap">My Lover.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_19">19</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Say_Please"><span class="smcap">Say Please.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_20">20</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Jumpity-Jump"><span class="smcap">Jumpity-Jump.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_22">22</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Butterfly"><span class="smcap">The Butterfly.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_25">25</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Two_Years_Old"><span class="smcap">Two Years Old.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_26">26</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Orphaned"><span class="smcap">Orphaned.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_28">28</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Old_Clock"><span class="smcap">The Old Clock.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_30">30</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Too_Sure"><span class="smcap">Too Sure.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_34">34</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Whats_in_the_Basket"><span class="smcap">What’s in the Basket?</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_36">36</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#When_the_Winds_are_Blowing"><span class="smcap">When the Winds are Blowing.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_37">37</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Supper"><span class="smcap">Supper.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_38">38</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Shadows"><span class="smcap">Shadows.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_40">40</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#The_Chimney_Bird"><span class="smcap">The Chimney Bird.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_42">42</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Where_is_Milly"><span class="smcap">Where is Milly?</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_45">45</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Snow"><span class="smcap">Snow.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_47">47</a></td></tr>
+
+<tr><td class="tdl">
+<a href="#Bed_Time"><span class="smcap">Bed Time.</span></a></td>
+<td class="tdr"><a href="#Page_48">48</a></td></tr>
+</tbody>
+</table>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_02">[Pg 02]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i001">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i001.jpg" alt="Little girls with hoops">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Dedication"><span class="smcap">Dedication.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><span class="dropcap">F</span><span class="smcap large"><b>or</b></span> all bonny bairns, little boys, little girls,</div>
+<div class="verse">With blue eyes or brown eyes, with tangles or curls,</div>
+<div class="verse">Here are pictures and stories, whatever your mood,</div>
+<div class="verse">To help you all smile, and to make you all good;</div>
+<div class="verse">To put you to sleep; to make you forget</div>
+<div class="verse">Your pain when you’re sick, your frowns when you fret.</div>
+<div class="verse">The children you’ll find here, all did as you do,</div>
+<div class="verse">And hope you will love them, for they all love you.</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i002">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i002.jpg" alt="Little boy—bonny bairn">
+</figure>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_03">[Pg 03]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i003a">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i003a.jpg" alt="Title page">
+</figure>
+
+<p class="center p180"><span class="smcap">Bonny· Bairns</span></p>
+
+<p class="center">Illustrations by</p>
+
+<p class="center bold large">·IDA·WAUGH·</p>
+
+<p class="center">Verses by</p>
+
+<p class="center bold large">·AMY·ELLA·BLANCHARD·</p>
+
+<p class="center smcap">.Worthington·Co·New·York</p>·
+<br>
+<p class="center medium bold">COPYRIGHT 1888 BY WORTHINGTON CO·NEW YORK·</p>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_04">[Pg 04]</span></p>
+
+<div class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i004">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i004.jpg" alt="Little girl asks Peggy to tell her a story">
+</div>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_05">[Pg 05]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter width200" id="i005a">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i005a.jpg" alt="Star children">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak sa2" id="A_Story"><span class="smcap">A Story.</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><span class="dropcap2">“P</span><span class="smcap large"><b>lease</b></span> tell me a story, Peggy.”</div>
+<div class="verse">“Well, then, and what shall it be?</div>
+<div class="verse">About a star or a fairy,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or children like you and me?”</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">“Not children. I’m tired of children,</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">They always do something wrong.</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">I think a star would be better;</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">Don’t make the story too long.”</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">“Well, once a bright star was shining,</div>
+<div class="verse">’Way up in the dark, night sky,</div>
+<div class="verse">And it had a little sister,</div>
+<div class="verse">That was shining too, close by.”</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">And the moon was their own mother,</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">And she said they must come in;</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">But they said they didn’t want to.</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">They’d like to see day begin</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">“So they shone, and shone, and shone there,</div>
+<div class="verse">Till they had a great surprise:</div>
+<div class="verse">For up came the sun so brightly,</div>
+<div class="verse">That it most put out their eyes.”</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter width400" id="i005b">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i005b.jpg" alt="Star children shade their eyes from the sun's bright light">
+</figure>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<span class="pagenum" id="Page_06">[Pg 06]</span>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i006">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i006.jpg" alt="Baby is sweet as a song is">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_07">[Pg 07]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i007">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i007.jpg" alt="Baby in mother's arms; flower grows around them">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="What_Baby_is_Like"><span class="smcap">What Baby is Like.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><span class="dropcap">B</span><span class="smcap large"><b>aby</b></span> grows like a flower,</div>
+<div class="verse">Baby is fresh as a rose,</div>
+<div class="verse">Daintily hued as the blossoms,</div>
+<div class="verse">As the fragrant apple blows.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Baby is sweet as a song is,</div>
+<div class="verse">The song of a twilight bird.</div>
+<div class="verse">He’s bright as the lark’s gay trilling,</div>
+<div class="verse">That early dawn has stirred.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Baby shines as a star does,</div>
+<div class="verse">Gold gleams his darling head,</div>
+<div class="verse">White pillow clouds around him,</div>
+<div class="verse">Where he peeps out of bed.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Baby is dear as—O, baby!</div>
+<div class="verse">Nothing so dear can be,</div>
+<div class="verse">In all the wide world’s wonder,</div>
+<div class="verse">As this little baby to me.</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_08">[Pg 08]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i008">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i008.jpg" alt="Girl stands looking away from a tall grass">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="TWO_MAMMAS"><span class="allsmcap">TWO MAMMAS.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap2">“M</span><span class="smcap large"><b>y mamma</b></span> is buful.”</div>
+<div class="verse">“Mine is bufuller.</div>
+<div class="verse">No one ever, ever saw</div>
+<div class="verse">Any one like her.”</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">“My mamma is sweetest.”</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">“Mine is sweetest, too.”</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">“My mamma has brown eyes.”</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">“My mamma has blue.”</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">“My mamma loves me most.”</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">“My mamma loves me.”</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">“Mine calls me her lovey-dove.”</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">“Mine says ‘Birdie wee.’”</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml6">“My mamma is bestest.”</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml6">“Mine is goodest best.”</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml6">“Well, she is my own mamma,</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml6">That’s worth all the rest.”</span></div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_09">[Pg 09]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i009">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i009.jpg" alt="Children play with their dolls">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_10">[Pg 10]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i010">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i010.jpg" alt="Baby girls">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Comfort"><span class="smcap">Comfort.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><span class="dropcap2">“W</span>&#160;<span class="smcap large"><b>hat,</b></span> tears! my little one, how’s this?”</div>
+<div class="verse">Come, climb up in my lap, and tell me all about it.</div>
+<div class="verse">You will not love me? Will not kiss?</div>
+<div class="verse">It isn’t a nice world? Why, Dear, what makes you doubt it?</div>
+<div class="verse">First, then, your little cunning kit,</div>
+<div class="verse">That you believed was always good, and soft, and furry,</div>
+<div class="verse">Showed claws, scratched you, and fought, and bit,</div>
+<div class="verse">And all because you were in such a hurry,</div>
+<div class="verse">You could not wait for her to eat,</div>
+<div class="verse">But picked her up before her meal was over.</div>
+<div class="verse">“She ought to love you more than meat.”</div>
+<div class="verse">Well, so she ought, but then a cat’s not a good lover.</div>
+<div class="verse">And then, the fairy tale Ned told,</div>
+<div class="verse">It was so beautiful; you wanted it forever.</div>
+<div class="verse">Next day he said you were too old</div>
+<div class="verse">To think such nonsense could be true; that there were never</div>
+<div class="verse">Fairies, or brownies, or such stuff.</div>
+<div class="verse">And now you never can again believe it,</div>
+<div class="verse">As though your cat’s claws weren’t enough.</div>
+<div class="verse">“This horrid world! why do not people it.”</div>
+<div class="verse">Why Dear, my little brown-eyed Dear,</div>
+<div class="verse">I, great big I, am in just such a trouble.</div>
+<div class="verse">Don’t cry; why I have not one tear,</div>
+<div class="verse">And tears, maybe, will make us see things double.</div>
+<div class="verse">My kitten would not love me best,</div>
+<div class="verse">And when I stroked its fur the wrong way, showed its claws too.</div>
+<div class="verse">My fairy tale, it was confessed,</div>
+<div class="verse">No truer, Dear, than yours, and yet I thought it was true.</div>
+<div class="verse">Now you love me, and I’ll love you,</div>
+<div class="verse">And tell you all about a really, truly fairy—</div>
+<div class="verse">About a little girl I knew,</div>
+<div class="verse">Whose name was just the same as—guess—as yours? Yes, Mary.</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_11">[Pg 11]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i011">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i011.jpg" alt="Mother comforts her child">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_12">[Pg 12]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width300" id="i012">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i012.jpg" alt="One child sits on a wall, the other stands behind the wall">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Down_by_the_Garden_Wall"><span class="smcap">Down by the Garden Wall.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><span class="dropcap">D</span><span class="smcap large"><b>own</b></span> by the garden wall,</div>
+<div class="verse">There grew a flower,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">And it grew so tall</span></div>
+<div class="verse">That the sun, he kissed it,</div>
+<div class="verse">The breeze tried to twist it,</div>
+<div class="verse">The birds would insist it</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Was no flower at all.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Down by the garden wall,</div>
+<div class="verse">The bees and birds flew,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">And butterflies, all</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Seeing the flower too,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">One said ’twas a pitty,</div>
+<div class="verse">Another ’twas pretty,</div>
+<div class="verse">The birds said “Twit-twit tee,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">’Twill most surely fall.”</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Down by the garden wall,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Some one came running,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Not near so tall</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">As the flow’r a sunning</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Itself in the sun,</div>
+<div class="verse">But no bud begun</div>
+<div class="verse">Was so sweet a one</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">As this one so small.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Who, by the garden wall,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Reached up to the flower</span></div>
+<div class="verse">On tiptoe; so small</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">That o’er her would tower</span></div>
+<div class="verse">The blossom, so pink.</div>
+<div class="verse">Said some one, “I think</div>
+<div class="verse">You must need a drink,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Sweet flower.” They call</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">You a weed by the wall,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">But better I know you,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">You’re no weed at all.</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">To mamma I will show you,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">She’ll put you a vase in,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or fine China basin,</div>
+<div class="verse">Some lovely cool place in.</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Then come, flower tall.</span></div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_13">[Pg 13]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i013">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i013.jpg" alt="Little girl reaches up to the flower">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_14">[Pg 14]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i014">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i014.jpg" alt="Cat lies on a ledge">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Two_Kittys"><span class="smcap">Two Kittys.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><span class="dropcap">W</span><span class="smcap large"><b>hat</b></span> a big pussy-cat,</div>
+<div class="verse">Lapping up the milk,</div>
+<div class="verse">Does it say Mew, Mew,</div>
+<div class="verse">As other kits do?</div>
+<div class="verse">Has it fur soft as silk?</div>
+<div class="verse">And furry paws to pat?</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">What does Miss Milly think</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">To see her milk gone?</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">Shall we say Scat! Scat!</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">To this great big cat?</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">Shall we give it a bone</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">Instead of milk to drink?</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">You’re not a really cat?</div>
+<div class="verse">So I see, my dear,</div>
+<div class="verse">With your curly pate,</div>
+<div class="verse">And your name’s Kit-Kate?</div>
+<div class="verse">I thought ’twas very queer,</div>
+<div class="verse">That cats grew big as that.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">Don’t be a kitty-cat,</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">My little Kit-Kate,</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">Else, may be, you know,</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">Your whiskers might grow.</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">Upon my word, I’d hate</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml4">To hear you say Pstiss! Spat!</span></div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_15">[Pg 15]</span></p>
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i015">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i015.jpg" alt="Two children, one holding a cat, watch as a third
+  pretends to be a cat lapping at the milk">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_16">[Pg 16]</span></p>
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width300" id="i016">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i016.jpg" alt="Baby Grace">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Hoops"><span class="smcap">Hoops.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="smcap large"><b>wo</b></span> little girls were out at play,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">The day was bright and sunny,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Each saw the other one, and laughed,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">They must have thought it funny.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">“Your hoop is very small,” said Grace.</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">“And yours is big,” said Gussy.</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Grace said, “Suppose I change with you,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">I’m not the least bit fussy.”</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">And then both of them laughed again,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Right in each other’s faces,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">And Grace took Gussie’s hoop to roll,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">So Gussy trundled Grace’s.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">They ran and laughed, and laughed and ran,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Their hoops went over, under;</span></div>
+<div class="verse">And when they said “Goodbye” they laughed,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">At what, I really wonder.</span></div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_17">[Pg 17]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i017">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i017.jpg" alt="Baby Gussy">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_18">[Pg 18]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i018">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i018.jpg" alt="Girl on right, baby brother on left">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="My_Lover"><span class="smcap">My Lover.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">H</span><span class="smcap large"><b>ave</b></span> I a lover? I can’t say no,</div>
+<div class="verse">For some one always tells me so.</div>
+<div class="verse">And I let him? Of course, you see</div>
+<div class="verse">It does no harm to him or me.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Do we quarrel? Why, how you ask</div>
+<div class="verse">Me questions. Take me quite to task.</div>
+<div class="verse">We quarrel? Yes, we sometimes do;</div>
+<div class="verse">But then, we kiss and make up, too.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">What does he look like? Is he tall?</div>
+<div class="verse">Blue eyes or brown? mouth large or small?</div>
+<div class="verse">His eyes are large and soft and grey,</div>
+<div class="verse">And he is quite tall, so they say.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">He loves me dearly, and I’m sure</div>
+<div class="verse">His love is warm, and strong and pure;</div>
+<div class="verse">In all the world he loves me best,</div>
+<div class="verse">Thinks I’m the sweetest, prettiest.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">He says he’ll have no wife but me;</div>
+<div class="verse">Wherever I am he must be;</div>
+<div class="verse">My steps he guards with loving care,</div>
+<div class="verse">When we go walking anywhere.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">You think I’m proud of him, you say.</div>
+<div class="verse">Such are not found, dear, every day.</div>
+<div class="verse">I only hope when you are grown,</div>
+<div class="verse">You’ll have as true love for your own.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">When will we marry? I must smile,</div>
+<div class="verse">You look so gravely all the while;</div>
+<div class="verse">I’m old enough to be his mother,</div>
+<div class="verse">Why, dear, he is your baby brother.</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_19">[Pg 19]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i019">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i019.jpg" alt="Little girl sits on her mother's lap">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_20">[Pg 20]</span></p>
+</div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i020">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i020.jpg" alt="Feeding the chickens">
+</figure>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_21">[Pg 21]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i021">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i021.jpg" alt="Headshot of little girl on left; flowers on right">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Say_Please"><span class="smcap">Say Please.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap2">“N</span><span class="smcap large"><b>o,</b></span> not a bit of breakfast,</div>
+<div class="verse">For chickens big or small;</div>
+<div class="verse">Until you ask politely,</div>
+<div class="verse">No single grain shall fall.</div>
+<div class="verse">So, say Please, if you please,</div>
+<div class="verse">Any way you want to,</div>
+<div class="verse">With a cluck, cluck; peep, peep;</div>
+<div class="verse">Or cock-a-doodle-doo;</div>
+<div class="verse">With a caw-caw; quack, quack;</div>
+<div class="verse">Say any one of these;</div>
+<div class="verse">I am not particular.</div>
+<div class="verse">If it only means please.”</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Mr. Rooster, Mrs. Hen,</div>
+<div class="verse">Set a good example,</div>
+<div class="verse">Show the other ones the way</div>
+<div class="verse">With a little sample</div>
+<div class="verse">Of your Please, if you please,</div>
+<div class="verse">Any way you choose to,</div>
+<div class="verse">Crow or cluck, peep or caw,</div>
+<div class="verse">Else I must refuse you;</div>
+<div class="verse">Breakfast will be dinner,</div>
+<div class="verse">Unless you all make haste;</div>
+<div class="verse">“And your dinner will be supper,</div>
+<div class="verse">Before you get a taste.”</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Then up spoke Mr. Rooster,</div>
+<div class="verse">And crowed his very best;</div>
+<div class="verse">“Cluck, cluck,” said Mrs. Hen, and then</div>
+<div class="verse">Soon followed all the rest.</div>
+<div class="verse">It was “Caw! Caw! Cock-a-doo!”</div>
+<div class="verse">In voices high and deep,</div>
+<div class="verse">The big ones crowed and cawed,</div>
+<div class="verse">The little ones cried “Peep,”</div>
+<div class="verse">But everything meant “Please,</div>
+<div class="verse">We want our breakfast, please,”</div>
+<div class="verse">Till Nellie said “I never knew</div>
+<div class="verse">Of chicks polite as these.”</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_22">[Pg 22]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i022">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i022.jpg" alt="Woman pushing baby in pram with three children looking at baby">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_23">[Pg 23]</span></p>
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i023">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i023.jpg" alt="Baby crawling">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Jumpity-Jump"><span class="smcap">Jumpity-Jump.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">J</span><span class="smcap large"><b>umpity!</b></span> jumpity! jump!</div>
+<div class="verse">My little sugar lump</div>
+<div class="verse">Has kicked off his shoe,</div>
+<div class="verse">And one stocking, too—</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Such a baby to jump!</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Trotity! trotity! trot!</div>
+<div class="verse">Curly haired little tot</div>
+<div class="verse">Must have some fresh air,</div>
+<div class="verse">’Neath trees green and fair,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Before the sun is too hot.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Rockity! rockity! rock!</div>
+<div class="verse">Baby-boy in a white frock,</div>
+<div class="verse">All over the floor,</div>
+<div class="verse">Like ships from the shore,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Baby and I will rock.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Niddy-nid! niddy-nid! noddy!</div>
+<div class="verse">Such a sweet little body,</div>
+<div class="verse">Now curl in my lap,</div>
+<div class="verse">And take a good nap,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Off to the land of noddy.</span></div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_24">[Pg 24]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i024">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i024.jpg" alt="Baby-boy in a white frock">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_25">[Pg 25]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width300" id="i025">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i025.jpg" alt="Child trying to stop the butterfly">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Butterfly"><span class="smcap">The Butterfly.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse"><span class="dropcap2">“D</span><span class="smcap large"><b>on’t</b></span> be ’fraid, you butterfly,</div>
+<div class="verse ml1">Please stay till mamma first sees you,</div>
+<div class="verse">You can go home by and bye,</div>
+<div class="verse ml1">Take a little nap first, please do.”</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">I love you, dear butterfly,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">And I wish that I could kiss you,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">But I’m ’fraid almost to try.</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">If you fly, mamma will miss you.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">“Please be good till we get home,</div>
+<div class="verse ml1">Then I’ll give some candy to you</div>
+<div class="verse">If mamma will give me some.</div>
+<div class="verse ml1">You don’t want to fly now, do you?”</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_26">[Pg 26]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i026">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i026.jpg" alt="Two little girls, one holds a doll">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_27">[Pg 27]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width200" id="i027">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i027.jpg" alt="Back view of girl">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Two_Years_Old"><span class="smcap">Two Years Old.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">W</span><span class="smcap large"><b>hat</b></span> shall we give to our baby?</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">She is two years old to-day,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">She has learned to sing and prattle,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">To walk, to run, and to play;</span></div>
+<div class="verse">To kiss “good-night” and “good-morning,”</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">To wave her hand to papa;</span></div>
+<div class="verse">To look for the stars in heaven,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">And the moon, “the stars’ mamma.”</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">What shall we bring to our baby,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Who has learned to be so wise?</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Roses, pink as her cheeks are;</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Blue ribbons to match her eyes;</span></div>
+<div class="verse">A pin to fasten her frock with,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Set round with tiny pearls,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">No whiter than her teeth are,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">The gold like her burnished curls.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">A book all full of pictures—</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">For she is a picture too,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">With stories of dear little babies</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Who have done as she will do;</span></div>
+<div class="verse">And last of all, a dolly</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Without a blemish or flaw,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">As nearly as possible like her</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">As she is like her mamma.</span></div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_28">[Pg 28]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i028">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i028.jpg" alt="Girl among blooms covering the garden wall">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_29">[Pg 29]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i029">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i029.jpg" alt="Thistles">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Orphaned"><span class="smcap">Orphaned.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">S</span><span class="smcap large"><b>unshine</b></span> of golden floods all the earth over,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Gold in the heart of the rose,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Bountiful blooms all the garden walls cover,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Gold on the buttercup shows,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Wealth on the swaying grass. What can be kinder,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Than blossoms all day to the bee?</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Riches, and wealth, and fair gold for the finder,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">But never a little for me.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Ev’rywhere children cling close to their mother,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Stars have their moon up above.</span></div>
+<div class="verse">“Kiss me good-night,” whispers sister and brother,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">“Good-night,” whispers dear mother-love.</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Mother-bird folds her wings over, to cover</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Little birds up in the tree,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Love it is—love—and sweet love the world over,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">But never a little to me.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Rest for the bird, in her nest in the willow,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Rest for the butterfly’s wings,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">So many tired heads find a heart-pillow,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">So many sweet, restful things.</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Fair little islands, all silent and lonely,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Rest in the arms of the sea,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">I am so tired—why should it be only</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">That never comes rest unto me?</span></div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_30">[Pg 30]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width300" id="i030">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i030.jpg" alt="Christmas stockings and decorations">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Old_Clock"><span class="smcap">The Old Clock.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="smcap large"><b>o-morrow!</b></span> to-morrow! when will it be here?</div>
+<div class="verse">When I asked mamma if it wasn’t real near,</div>
+<div class="verse">She said, “When both hands on the clock point again</div>
+<div class="verse">To twelve, why to-morrow will come to us then.”</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">This provoking old clock will not hurry a bit,</div>
+<div class="verse">I cannot see what is the matter with it,</div>
+<div class="verse">Perhaps ’tis so old that it has to go slow,</div>
+<div class="verse">Forgets about Christmas, or else does not know.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">I wonder if I were to help it along—</div>
+<div class="verse">Poor old thing—if any one could think it wrong,</div>
+<div class="verse">I know it will thank me for one little touch,</div>
+<div class="verse">It must be so tired of ticking so much.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">I think I must do it, if Santa Claus came</div>
+<div class="verse">A little bit early, it would be a shame</div>
+<div class="verse">To find no one ready; he might go away,</div>
+<div class="verse">And never come back again, next Christmas Day.</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_31">[Pg 31]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i031">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i031.jpg" alt="Child on chair reaches up to the clock hands
+pointing to twelve while little girl with doll watches">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_32">[Pg 32]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i032">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i032.jpg" alt="Children with their dolls and doll pram draped over
+a chair">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_33">[Pg 33]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width300" id="i033">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i033.jpg" alt="Head shot of child">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_34">[Pg 34]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i034a">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i034a.jpg" alt="Long stemmed yellow daisies">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Too_Sure"><span class="smcap">Too Sure.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">A</span><span class="smcap large"><b> little</b></span> white Daisy grew by the road,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">And it was September weather,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Near by in the grass, some Golden-rod showed,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">With Asters clustered together.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">“Dear me, just see,” the Golden-rod said,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">“I do not think I remember,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">A saucy Daisy to poke up its head,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Among us, blooms of September.”</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">“The impudent thing, her time is gone,”</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Remarked a yellow-eyed Aster,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">“I should think she would feel she is all alone,”</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">And a haughty look she cast her.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">“Don’t you know,” said Golden-rod, “Daisy white,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">You should not be seen this season,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Your time is in May and June. What right</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Have you here? Just give us your reason.”</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">“Somebody might like me,” Daisy replied,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">“I do not mean any harm, sir,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">I wanted to grow, and tried, and tried,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Quite early, when it was warm, sir.”</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">“No matter,” said Aster, “leave her alone,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">She’ll soon find herself mistaken,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Somebody will gather us every one,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">And leave her there all forsaken.”</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">So the Asters flaunted, and Golden-rod</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Turned its back on the Daisy,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">And never so much as gave her a nod,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">And whispered, “She must be crazy.”</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">But at last a maiden came one day,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Down by the proud, purple Aster,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Down by the Golden-rod nodding away,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">And every heart beat faster.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">But behold! she passed them carelessly by,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">Saw only the Daisy blossom.</span></div>
+<div class="verse">“You dear little thing!” they heard her cry,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml2">And she put it in her bosom.</span></div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width200" id="i034b">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i034b.jpg" alt="White daisy">
+</figure>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_35">[Pg 35]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i035">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i035.jpg" alt="Maiden holds the daisy blossom to her chest">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_36">[Pg 36]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i036">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i036.jpg" alt="Child in a hat peeps over the top of a basket">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Whats_in_the_Basket"><span class="smcap">What’s in the Basket?</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">W</span><span class="smcap large"><b>hat’s</b></span> in the basket? I wonder, I wonder,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Something peeps out like the silk of corn,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Silky and wavy; a straw hat under,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Why, now it moves, as sure as I’m born.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">What’s in the basket? A chicken? A bunny?</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">No, two blue eyes look over the side,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Red lips are laughing, head looks so funny,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">There! The something is trying to hide.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">What’s in the basket? why, who would have thought it?</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">My little baby, with flaxen hair,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Hid in the basket, and home papa brought it,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">High on his shoulder. Well! Well! I declare.</span></div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_37">[Pg 37]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width300" id="i037">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i037.jpg" alt="Mother and baby surrounded by roses">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="When_the_Winds_are_Blowing"><span class="smcap">When the Winds are Blowing.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">R</span><span class="smcap large"><b>oses</b></span> red, and roses white,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Roses all a-growing,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Nodding to my baby bright,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">When the winds are blowing.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Little ships upon the sea,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Going, coming, coming,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">One will sail to you and me,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">When the winds are blowing.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Little stars up in the sky,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Golden twinkles showing,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Clouds will hide them by and by,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">When the winds are blowing.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Little ripples on the shore,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Inward ever flowing,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">They will change to waves that roar,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">When the winds are blowing.</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Little baby on my breast,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Sorrow all unknowing,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">May God always guard thy rest;</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">When the winds are blowing.</span></div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_38">[Pg 38]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i038a">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i038a.jpg" alt="Children's faces on a branch">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Supper"><span class="smcap">Supper.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="smcap large"><b>he</b></span> little birds are flying,</div>
+<div class="verse">Each to its nesty home,</div>
+<div class="verse">The light is growing fainter,</div>
+<div class="verse">Come, little Cecil, come.</div>
+<div class="verse">’Tis time to have your supper,</div>
+<div class="verse">Sister Alice has it here,</div>
+<div class="verse">She will feed you, little brother,</div>
+<div class="verse">Then rock you, baby dear;</div>
+<div class="verse">She will sing till you are sleepy,</div>
+<div class="verse">Sing about all kinds of things,</div>
+<div class="verse">Little boys, and cows, and horses,</div>
+<div class="verse">And birdies with swift wings;</div>
+<div class="verse">Of little boats a-sailing</div>
+<div class="verse">Upon the great wide sea;</div>
+<div class="verse">Of little dancing fairies,</div>
+<div class="verse">As tiny as can be;</div>
+<div class="verse">And then when little Cecil</div>
+<div class="verse">Has drooped his curly head,</div>
+<div class="verse">Gone off to visit Dreamland,</div>
+<div class="verse">She will put him in his bed.</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width200" id="i038b">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i038b.jpg" alt="Children embrace">
+</figure>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_39">[Pg 39]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width300" id="i039">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i039.jpg" alt="Alice has little Cecil's supper ready">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_40">[Pg 40]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i040">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i040.jpg" alt="Silhouette of children dancing">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Shadows"><span class="smcap">Shadows.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">D</span><span class="smcap large"><b>ance</b></span> shadows, dance to us, bow to us so;</div>
+<div class="verse">Come as we come to you; go when we go;</div>
+<div class="verse">Grow big and little; grow short and grow tall;</div>
+<div class="verse">You shadows that live on the side of the wall.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Fly shadows, fly from us; fast as we run,</div>
+<div class="verse">You cannot go from us while there is sun;</div>
+<div class="verse">Bob up and down again; fall when we fall;</div>
+<div class="verse">You shadows that live on the side of the wall.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Hide shadows, hide from us; sun’s in a cloud,</div>
+<div class="verse">You will not play then, you’re growing too proud.</div>
+<div class="verse">Ah! there you come out, first one, and then all;</div>
+<div class="verse">You shadows that live on the side of the wall.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Play shadows, play with us, just as we say,</div>
+<div class="verse">Mock if you will, you cannot run away,</div>
+<div class="verse">We are quite sure you will come when we call;</div>
+<div class="verse">You shadows that live on the side of the wall.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Shadows, good-bye to you, we’ll come again,</div>
+<div class="verse">To-morrow, perhaps, if it does not rain,</div>
+<div class="verse">There is no finding you, when rain-drops fall;</div>
+<div class="verse">You shadows that live on the side of the wall.</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_41">[Pg 41]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i041">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i041.jpg" alt="Children dancing making shadows on a wall">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_42">[Pg 42]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i042">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i042.jpg" alt="Girl looking at plant">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="The_Chimney_Bird"><span class="smcap">The Chimney Bird.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">L</span><span class="smcap large"><b>ittle</b></span> flying chimney bird,</div>
+<div class="verse">Do you live with soot and smoke?</div>
+<div class="verse">I should think ’twould spoil your wings,</div>
+<div class="verse">Blind your eyes, and make you choke.</div>
+<div class="verse">You have queer taste, on my word,</div>
+<div class="verse">Little, flying chimney bird.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Little black-capped chimney bird,</div>
+<div class="verse">What a place to build a nest.</div>
+<div class="verse">Good enough for bats, perhaps,</div>
+<div class="verse">They are not so nicely dressed;</div>
+<div class="verse">But for you, it is absurd,</div>
+<div class="verse">Little black-capped chimney bird.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Little bright-eyed chimney bird,</div>
+<div class="verse">Were I you, I’d take a tree,</div>
+<div class="verse">Like the other birdies do;</div>
+<div class="verse">Don’t you look so pert at me,</div>
+<div class="verse">Just as if you hadn’t heard,</div>
+<div class="verse">Little, saucy chimney bird.</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_43">[Pg 43]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i043">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i043.jpg" alt="Girl with doll watching bird flying above">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_44">[Pg 44]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i044">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i044.jpg" alt="Girl perched in a tree">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_45">[Pg 45]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i045">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i045.jpg" alt="Looking for Milly">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Where_is_Milly"><span class="smcap">Where is Milly?</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">R</span><span class="smcap large"><b>ose-time</b></span> and daisy-time,</div>
+<div class="verse">Both have come together.</div>
+<div class="verse">O, the thrush and robin songs,</div>
+<div class="verse">O, the golden weather,</div>
+<div class="verse">Em’rald green upon the hills,</div>
+<div class="verse">Deep green in the hollow;</div>
+<div class="verse">Overhead a bird sings out,</div>
+<div class="verse">Follow! Follow! Follow!</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">Butterflies, the wild rose hedge</div>
+<div class="verse">Daintily dip over,</div>
+<div class="verse">Yellow banded honey bees</div>
+<div class="verse">Cling about the clover.</div>
+<div class="verse">Flying birds and butterflies,—</div>
+<div class="verse">But where has flown my Milly?</div>
+<div class="verse">Tell me, little bright-eyed bird</div>
+<div class="verse">That sings “Tu whilly-whilly!”</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">One sings from the wild rose hedge,</div>
+<div class="verse">And bids me “Follow! Follow!”</div>
+<div class="verse">One flies from the apple-tree,</div>
+<div class="verse">“Tu whilly!” towards the hollow;</div>
+<div class="verse">O, you birds, which one is right?</div>
+<div class="verse">If I may find my Milly,</div>
+<div class="verse">Shall I down the hollow go,</div>
+<div class="verse">Or up the meadow hilly?</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">But down the hollow first I went,</div>
+<div class="verse">And like a bird I found her,</div>
+<div class="verse">Perched in a tree, with eglantine</div>
+<div class="verse">Upspringing all around her.</div>
+<div class="verse">And like a bird, she sang so sweet,</div>
+<div class="verse">I think the blossoms missed her,</div>
+<div class="verse">When I had led her home again,</div>
+<div class="verse">And held her close, and kissed her.</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_46">[Pg 46]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i046">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i046.jpg" alt="Children dressed in warm clothes and hats in the snow">
+
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_47">[Pg 47]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="i047">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i047.jpg" alt="Children pulling other children seated in sleds">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Snow"><span class="smcap">Snow.</span></h2>
+</div>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">S</span><span class="smcap large"><b>now!</b></span> Snow! Snow!</div>
+<div class="verse">On the ground, and in the air,</div>
+<div class="verse">Over children. Do they care?</div>
+<div class="verse">Do they mind it? Not a bit,</div>
+<div class="verse">They are very glad of it.</div>
+<div class="verse">How they laugh, and roll, and shout,</div>
+<div class="verse">Snow-balls flying all about.</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml3">Oh! Oh! Oh!</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml3">Snow! Snow! Snow!</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml3">Snow! Snow! Snow!</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Sleigh-bells jingle, “Boy behind!”</div>
+<div class="verse">Driver laughing, he’ll not mind</div>
+<div class="verse">If the boys do steal a ride.</div>
+<div class="verse">Once a boy he. Ah, he’s spied</div>
+<div class="verse">That small boy, who runs so fast,</div>
+<div class="verse">He will get there too, at last.</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml3">Now, go, go,</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml3">Snow! Snow! Snow!</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml3">Snow! Snow! Snow!</span></div>
+<div class="verse">What a lot of boys and girls,</div>
+<div class="verse">Sparkling eyes, and dancing curls,</div>
+<div class="verse">First one, then another flies</div>
+<div class="verse">Down the hill, and each one cries</div>
+<div class="verse">That his sled can beat them all.</div>
+<div class="verse">Take care, little ones, don’t fall.</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml3">Such a show,</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml3">And snow! Snow!</span></div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml3">Snow! Snow! Snow!</span></div>
+<div class="verse">Somewhere underneath it all,</div>
+<div class="verse">Through the winter, through the fall,</div>
+<div class="verse">Little seeds are fast asleep,</div>
+<div class="verse">Folded warm, and covered deep.</div>
+<div class="verse">When they peep up all around,</div>
+<div class="verse">From the moist, spring-swelling ground,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml3">Then we know,</span></div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml3">’Tis good-bye snow.</span></div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<p><span class="pagenum" id="Page_48">[Pg 48]</span></p>
+
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width300" id="i048">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/i048.jpg" alt="Goldenhead says good-night">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<h2 class="nobreak" id="Bed_Time"><span class="smcap">Bed Time.</span></h2>
+
+<div class="poetry-container"><div class="poetry">
+<div class="stanza">
+<div class="verse">
+<span class="dropcap">T</span><span class="smcap large"><b>he</b></span> sunset yonder in the sunset sky,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Is bright and red as any robins breast,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">There is no sign of bird or butterfly,</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">The bees have given up their honey quest,</span></div>
+<div class="verse">The moon will soon be bringing out her light,</div>
+<div class="verse">’Tis time for Goldenhead to say Good-night.</div>
+<br>
+<div class="verse">The sun has gone to bed, so tired he;</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">The birds, dear, do not want to sit up late.</span></div>
+<div class="verse">I’m very sure, that ev’ry baby bee</div>
+<div class="verse"><span class="ml1">Knows better than to say “Mamma, please wait.”</span></div>
+<div class="verse">So, if the birds and bees do what is right,</div>
+<div class="verse">My Goldenhead will surely say Good-night.</div>
+</div></div></div>
+
+
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<figure class="figcenter bbox width400" id="backcover">
+  <img class="w100" src="images/backcover.jpg" alt="Back cover shows lots of children and the title Bonny Bairns">
+</figure>
+</div>
+
+<div class="chapter">
+<hr class="chap x-ebookmaker-drop">
+<div class="transnote">
+<p class="center xlarge"><a id="Transcriber-Note"></a><span class="u">
+Transcriber’s Notes</span></p>
+<p>1. Typographical errors were silently corrected.</p>
+<p>2. (a) Contents list; (b) some contextual illustration captions,
+not appearing in the source publication, have been added and coded
+in italics by the transcriber for this eBook.</p>
+<p>3. Respective illustrations are moved next to "Poem title".</p>
+</div>
+</div>
+
+<div style='text-align:center'>*** END OF THE PROJECT GUTENBERG EBOOK 78348 ***</div>
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