Mabel. Yes, Grandma.
Grandma. Where have you been so long?
Mabel. I’ve been in the woods. Oh, Grandma. I left my basket of strawberries there.
Grandma. Never mind. We can go to-morrow and get them. I was so frightened! Your uncle told me only yesterday he saw a wolf in the woods. Just think if you had met him to-day! He would have eaten you up, every bit of you.
Mabel. Oh, Grandma! I’m sure all wolves don’t eat little girls.
THE MAIDEN AND THE BIRD
Maiden. Little bird, little bird, come to me,
I have a green cage ready for thee,
Beauty-bright flowers I’ll bring anew
And fresh ripe cherries all wet with dew.
Bird. Thanks, little maiden, for all thy care,
But I love dearly the clear cool air
And my snug little nest in the old oak tree.
Maiden. Little bird, little bird, stay with me!