Nay, nay, they say Winds are changeful things,
I’ll wait, if you please, till the Bluebird sings.
LITTLE SISTER AND HER PUPPETS.
BY REV. W. W. NEWTON.
GOOD NIGHT, LOVELY STAR.
THERE was a dear little girl once whose name was Emily, but everybody called her “Little Sister,” because she was so sweet, and loved everyone.
She couldn’t pronounce some words plainly, and people used to get her to talk, on purpose to hear the cunning words used.