The dyer dyed it so bright and blue,
And brought it to me to spin for you.”
“Now tailor and merchant, and weaver, too,
And spinner and farmer, my thanks to you!
But the best of my thanks I still will keep
For you, my good old woolly-backed sheep.”
THE FIREWORKS.
Once upon a time a little girl went to see the fireworks on Boston Common. She was a very small girl, but she wanted to go just as much as if she had been big, so her mother said she might go with Mary, the nurse. She put on her best bonnet, and her pink frock, and off they went.