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I'm the funniest friend of all your friends,
Because I have to be
Whenever you look at me.
and sad, I'm sad and
grumpy, too; And no matter
how much I
want to smile, I can not smile
I 'm sometimes
My face is al10
ways round; I hang on wall
or stand on
shelf, But seldom on
the ground. Two hands have
I, one short,
one long, Which travel
face; They chase each other just as though
It were a merry race.
The little ones were fed,
And when to go to bed.
And pendulum so long,
It is my jolly song.
So please be very
careful Whenever you
look my way, Because I hate to
and tears, And like to look
merry and gay.
Mr. Snip and Mrs. Snap
Always together go;
sharp!To cut things through and
through. If we 're not careful,
they will cut Our little fingers
I have no top or bottom,
I'm just a nice soft place, Where you can rest your tired
headI will not hurt your face. I'm full of down and feathers From little ducks and
chicks, So you can punch me all you
want And play all sorts of tricks.
In the little red beds,
where the white
pearls grow, Is where I must
work to keep
them so; I must go into
and crack, Or the food will hide there
and closely pack, And then the people will
nod and say, “Where 's Mr. Tooth
brush? Gone away?"
My head is a hook like a
shepherd's crook, On a body long and thin. If you put me around the
FOR VERY LITTLE FOLK
THE CHRISTMAS RUNAWAYS
By JANE E. LYMAN
It was Christmas Eve, but there was trouble immediately shouted “Fire! Fire!" as that in the little red house under the hill where was what he always thought the best thing Mark and the colonel and the best little old to do when he was frightened. woman in the world had been living happily In less than a minute it seemed as if all the together for a long time.
boys in town were there; people were putting "I 'm tired of this!” said Mark, the big their heads out of windows to see what was gray cat, who had one side of the fireplace to the matter; two or three policemen rushed himself. "I 'm tired of milk, and I 'm tired up; and then the fire-engine came tearing of my red cushion, and I 'm tired of an old woman who always wears purple ribbons in her cap. I want a green cushion for Christmas, and salmon for my Christmas dinner, and I'm going to run away and seek my fortune! I shall look for some other old woman, who will wear pink ribbons!"
"All right!" said the colonel, "I 'll go with you. I need a nice new brass cage, and I have n't had a piece of banana in a long time -I feel neglected! Let us start right away.”
The colonel's real name was Colonel Mulberry Sellers, but that was too long for everyday use. He was a fine parrot, in a green coat, with a topknot of lovely yellow feathers, and he lived on the other side of the fireplace in a big cage, the door of which was always open so he could go in and out as he pleased.
The old woman's chair stood right in front of the fire, and she was very apt to be in it taking a comfortable nap while the kettle was waiting on the hob to make her cup of
“'I'M AFRAID I DON'T REMEMBER ANY,' ANSWERED tea. So, as she happened to be asleep just
THE POLICEMAN" (SEE NEXT PAGE) then, Mark and the colonel stole softly out of the half-open door and started for town to down the street and every one was shouting, seek their fortunes.
“Where is the fire?” After they had gone a mile or two, Mark Of course, they could n't find any, and then running, and the colonel hopping along be they were all much disappointed and the side him, for he could fly but very little, the firemen were very cross. parrot grew pretty tired, and the cat said "I wish we could get hold of the rascal “just jump right up on my back and we who shouted 'Fire!'” said several; and a shall get on much faster, but be sure not to policeman answered, "Yes, indeed! he dehold on too tight!"
serves to be put in jail for making us all this So up jumped the colonel, and Mark trot trouble for nothing!" ted along at a fine pace, and all went well un "Dear me!" whispered Mark to the colonel, til, just as they got into town, the parrot for “we'd better get away from here as quickly got the cat's warning and, trying to hold on as possible! You must fly from tree to tree, tighter, stuck his sharp claws into Mark's and I 'll run as fast as I can and wait for you neck.
at the market." Mark gave a great jump, which shook the So away they both went and soon met colonel off and scared him so badly that he again in the market square.
"Now," said Mark, "what shall we do to saying, she gave Mark a large sandwich, and get some one to help us find a new old the colonel a handful of peanuts, which they woman?”
were only too glad to get, for they were very "Let 's ask a policeman,” said the colonel; hungry after their long trip. “I've heard that was always the proper thing Then they thanked her most politely and to do if you were in trouble. Perhaps I'd started for the shop of the old umbrella-man,
going up one street two squares, and down the next street three squares, and turning four corners, just as she had directed them.
The umbrella-man was sitting in a corner of his little shop, so busily at work that he did n't see them come in and jumped nearly out of his seat when he heard the colonel's voice.
"I'm terribly busy to-day," said he, gruffly; "I'm mending the queen's green umbrella and it must be done by afternoon, as she needs it. I don't like to be interrupted!"
“Oh, please excuse us," said the colonel, in haste; "we 're very sorry to worry you, but your friend, the apple-woman, said you were very wise and would surely be able to help us.”
"Did she, indeed?" said the umbrella-man, much pleased; "that was very good of herjust tell me what you want.”
" 'HAVE A BITE WITH ME BEFORE YOU GO FARTHER'
better do the talking, for my voice is clearer than yours.”
"All right,” answered Mark; and so they found a policeman. Then the colonel said politely, "Would you please tell us if you know of a nice, kind old woman who needs a cat and a parrot?”'
“I 'm afraid I don't remember any,” answered the policeman, after thinking a while; "but perhaps the apple-woman at the next corner can tell you of oneshe knows everybody."
They thanked him warmly and hurried across the market to the apple-woman's stall. She was very busy polishing apples, but kindly stopped to hear what the travelers wanted.
“I 'm very sorry," said she, “but I don't 'WE'RE LOOKING FOR A GOOD HOME, PLEASE, SIR,' know any old woman but myself, and I 'm
SAID THE COLONEL" sure I 've no time to visit with a cat and a parrot; but I think the old umbrella-man in "We 're looking for a good home, please, the next street may be able to help you—he's sir," said the colonel, "with the kindest old terribly wise! But have a bite with me before woman you can think of who is in need of a you go farther—you both look tired.” So cat and a parrot.”