We’ll not be marked up by bad children—
Our pages all mislaid and worn.
All sticky with jelly and candy,
Our beautiful pictures all torn.
First Book: I’m Anderson’s Fairy Tales. I have the loveliest stories in me—all the Ugly Duckling and the Shoes that Danced, and the poor little Match Girl.
Second Book: I’m the Just-So Stories. Oh, how funny I am. I tell about how the Elephant got his trunk, how the Camel got his hump, and about man’s first friend, the dog.
Third Book: I am Alice in Wonderland. You’ll just love Alice. Everybody does. The White Rabbit is the sweetest thing.
Fourth Book: I tell about Robinson Crusoe. I’m awfully exciting. A boy would like me for Christmas but he won’t get me.
Fifth Book: I’m Little Women—with a lovely binding and lots of pictures. The little girls’ grandmothers read and liked me for I am a book that never gets old. I have earned a vacation so I shall stay home this Christmas.