IN THE DOVE COT—TWO KIND LIT-TLE GIRLS.

Whith-er a-way,

Lit-tle la-dies so gay?

"O, o-ver the hill

To Grand-moth-er Dill!"

And what have you there

In your bas-ket square?

"O, pud-dings and pies,

A lit-tle sur-prise!"

Why such good-will

To Grand-moth-er Dill?

"O, ev-er-y one should

On Christ-mas do good!"

Lit-tle maids, good day!

Flow-ers strew your way!

"Coo, coo,"

said Pur-ple-

neck, "it is

break- fast

time."

"Y es," said

G r a y-wing,

"I was think-

ing of the cit-y doves. There

was a snow-storm last night."

"Yes," said Pur-ple-neck,

"but they will not suf-fer. I

am told that many a fine gen-

tle-man buys a loaf of bread

to crum-ble up for the cit-y

doves on a win-ter's day."

"H ea-ven bless 'em," said

Gray-wing.