Quick, let us catch them—poor little dearies!—
Here in this handkerchief, ere they fall o’er.
Now let us find them. Why, they have hidden!
Perhaps they were fairies that came all unbidden,
And ran away, frightened, when Lena laughed out.
Ha, ha! how she scared them! but very queer is
The change that a laugh can alone bring about.
’TIS THE APPLES.
Little kid,