MOTHER'S CALLER.
"Rat-tat-tat upon the door; pray who can it be?
Such a funny lady never did I see.
Such a hat upon her head,—far too large a size,—
Such a mass of tangled curls hanging in her eyes!
"Do come in, my lady small, here's the rocking-chair:
Taking out your family for the morning air?
This child fell and hurt her head? that was very sad:
Other dolly broke her arm? wasn't it too bad?
"What, not going! Stay awhile, it is early yet:
Come and see me soon again; now, do not forget.
Ah! I've seen that face before, dimples, curls, and all,—
'Tis my own clear little girl come to make a call."
RUTH REVERE.
