WISHES. Oh, if you were a little boy, And I was a little girl— Why you would have some whiskers grow And then my hair would curl. Ah! if I could have whiskers grow, I'd let you have my curls; But what's the use of wishing it— Boys never can be girls.
WISHES. Oh, if you were a little boy, And I was a little girl— Why you would have some whiskers grow And then my hair would curl. Ah! if I could have whiskers grow, I'd let you have my curls; But what's the use of wishing it— Boys never can be girls.

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FIRST ARRIVALS.

It is a Party, do you know,

And there they sit, all in a row,

Waiting till the others come,

To begin to have some fun.

Hark! the bell rings sharp and clear,

Other little friends appear;

And no longer all alone

They begin to feel at home.

To them a little hard is Fate,

Yet better early than too late;

Fancy getting there forlorn,

With the tea and cake all gone.

Wonder what they'll have for tea;

Hope the jam is strawberry.

Wonder what the dance and game;

Feel so very glad they came.

Very Happy may you be,

May you much enjoy your tea.

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WHEN WE WENT OUT WITH GRANDMAMMA.

When we went out with Grandmamma—

Mamma said for a treat—

Oh, dear, how stiff we had to walk

As we went down the street.

One on each side we had to go,

And never laugh or loll;

I carried Prim, her Spaniard dog,

And Tom—her parasol.

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