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BRUNO AND JACK FROST.Iz s OW-WOW-WOW! I want toBruno was on one side ofthe window, Jack Frost wason the other.10~ ~"You shall not," snappedwarm ihere,"Jack Frowd st. And he drewhis paint-brush all over theglass.i ~~~~~~~~He had been painting allnight, and he was in badI don't have to hunt for.ii ~ ~'AndJack Frost pa ineeted beauti-' ful pictures--ferns and flow-paint the church ers, birds and butterflies,castles and bridges- almost[ The Baldwin libraryevery pretty thing;- but Brunodidn't care-a pinfor his pic-tures."Bow-wow! I wantto see out," he barkedagain."Come out, then,"snarled Jack.i I won't It's nice andwarm in here," growled Bruno. "And I know how to wash windows."Bruno put outt his great pink tongue, and lapped off the frost picturein a hurry."Bow-wow-wow! There's a wash-cloth for you that's always handy.I don't have to hunt for it, as Betty does."And Jack Frost remembered a business engagement, and went off topaint the church windows, where they didn't have dogs to bother him.The Baldwin LibraryIRmB ?Z
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iiO ,^,<,7 -vX-."9u66THE QUEER COUPLE.ONCE a hopper and a spiderPromenaded down the street.Said the hopper to the spider,"Smile to all we chance to meet."Staid the spider to the hopper,Slyly glancing at her spouse," )o you really think it properThus to recognize a moase ? "Then her spouse began to chide herFor her foolish pride of life :" Don't you know you're but a spider,Notwithstanding you're my wife ? "But the hopper vainly plied herWith his questions quick'and keen.She replied, " Although a spider,I'm as good as you, I ween."Thus the spider and the hopper,Promenading down the street,In deciding what was proper,All their friends forgot to greet.
Six pretty, brown birds, all in a row,Hopping along on top of the snow;Brave little fellows, who ne'er flew awayWhen the winds became keen and the skies became gray.Where do they hide, and where do they sleep,That safe from Jack Frost they manage to keep?For down to this spot, as sure as the sun,They come every day when the chickens are done.These never eat all of their meal quite clean,And many sweet morsels the little guests gleanTill, so smooth, and so round, and so plump they have grown,They can laugh at the birds that have far away flown.Now, Katie, the cook, who bakes and who brews,Says little brown birds make very good stews.Cruel old Katie! I'd starve-wouldn't you?-Before I would eat any one of the crew.
CAUGHT IOH, for shame, Baby Cat,Mother's pet, her cupboard at;With a spoon eating jam,Quite ashamed of you I am.If she comes and catches you,You'll be punished, rightly too;She will send you straight to bed,With, for supper, plain dry bread.
A PARTY of kittenswent out in a boat,And 'twas reallystrange thatthey keptafloat.ey could sing1 i. 'Ahoy " and~ S ~- ~ 1-could shout-~ i .. ~: "'Yeo-ho !"But there wasn't onethat knew howi'M a very tiresocat,And I don't know -what to do!I sat on teacher's .hat, ,And he doesnlike it-I pulled thenext cat'stail,Until heraised adin;So now- itmakes mewail- --After hours Iam kept in.
IF the sea were the sky, and the skyThen the birds would be fish, and theAll the songsters would swimn where theAnd the jays .would be blue fish, andwere the sea,fish birds would be.silver tide flows,black fish be crows.Then the fish would fly round, and buildnests in ihke trees,Or just carol *away to the sun and thebreeze ;All the bass would be swans, andthe codfish be quails.If the minnows were wrens, Vthen what birds would V'H'1be whalthCsP. 'c~~~~VE"3L ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~k1- 1~
-% XCatjfish. (vatbirds would be, salmon, eagles,no doubt,Anii t: s.ea robins blithe would go hop-Eivcrytlliim,- would be charnged; but the0 ldest wo !di be,We should fish in the sky and fly kitesin the sea!For the sun and the \ moon. we shou:ld look down below,And the ships, where thll stars are. wvuld all sailing go.But how eels. crabs, \ an(d lo)sters would sing, puzzles me,If the sea were the \ sky, awl the sky were the sea!-: -- .--. '-. ,0=-~-r
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OLD BUT ACTIVE.OLD Mother GooseHas eggs to sell, BNew-laid eggs, yAnd butter as well.She goes to marketOn market-day:I hope she finds "The business pay. M/ 1 FINE FEATHERS MAKE FINE BIRDS./i ,yfl A NEW Spring jacket, trimmed with. f%~ I, /Now, isn't she sweet? Just look at her !A FRIEND IN NEED. '"" /./M ISS Pusscat had some errandsWhich took her 'bout the town,/ iWhen, very unexpectedly,//The rain came pouring down.She would have got a drenching /For want of an umbrella, /Had Mr. Duck not lent her his,The dear, good-natured fellow. 1
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