LIT-TLE CRUMBS, AND LIT-TLE DROPS.
"Crumbs of Crack-ers" and
"Drops of Milk" were, the
names of two lit-tle girls.
Would you like to know how
they got these fun-ny names?
It was this way: Lit-tle
"Crumbs" was al-ways nib-
bling crack-ers, and lit-tle
"Drops" lived up-on noth-
ing but milk.
They met for the first
time one day by the fence
be-tween their gar-dens. Lit-
tle Drops was sip-ping from
her sil-ver cup and lit-tle
Crumbs was munch-ing her
crack-er. The big sun-flower
thought there must be a dog
and a kit-ty in the gar-den.
"I've seen you out here
twice," said Crumbs bold-ly,
"and both times you was a-
drink-ing milk."
"An' I's seen you two times,
and bofe times you was a-eat-
ing cwack-ers!" said Drops.
Then the lit-tle girls looked
at each oth-er through the
fence. Bold lit-tle Crumbs
spoke first: "I don't like milk."
"I does," said Drops.
"My mam-ma says I was
brought up on one cow."
"Was you once a tru-ly
lit-tle bos-sy calf?" asked
Crumbs.
But Drops did not like that
ques-tion. "You isn't ber-ry
nice to me," she said.
Then Crumbs was sor-ry.
She held out her crack-er.
"Here!" she said. And
while Drops nib-bled, Crumbs,
to show that she was tru-ly
sor-ry, took a sip from the cup.
And this was tru-ly sor-row
in-deed, for Crumbs don't like
milk to this day.