TWO BA-BIES.
The ba-by in the house and the ba-by in the barn, are great friends. The barn ba-by is not per-mit-ted to come in-to the house, but the house ba-by vis-its the barn ev-er-y day.
The house ba-by is a year old, and the barn ba-by is just a year old too; but the house ba-by can on-ly take lit-tle trem-bling steps, holding fast by moth-er's hand, while the barn ba-by, if he can on-ly get out of doors, throws up his heels and runs a-cross the fields, and no-bod-y can catch him.
[The ba-by in the house and the ba-by in the barn.]
The house ba-by laughs to see him go, and dear-ly likes to pat his red hair, and feel his two stout lit-tle horns. And I think the barn ba-by likes to feel the soft hand of his lit-tle friend from the house, for some-times there is salt, and some-times there is su-gar on the lit-tle pink palm, and the barn ba-by licks it off with his rough tongue. Once the barn ba-by tried to say, "Thank you." He tried this way: He reached his head up and licked the house ba-by's rose-pink cheek. The house ba-by was scared, and so was the house ba-by's moth-er—and she ran in-to the house with him just as fast as she could; and then pa-pa laughed at them both, and the barn ba-by stood and looked o-ver the fence for half an hour.