F. Lizzie Peirce.
“Let me think!”
Merry Mike.
Merry Mike from the door bounded off to his play,
With his head in his hat on a blustery day;
When the wind of a sudden came frolicking down
And lifted Mike’s hat from his round little crown.
Don’t you call that funny, I’d like to know?
Then he made up his mind to return to the house,