ONE of us e'er lives in dates,
One in every peach awaits;
One in pine-apple is found,
One in orange, bright and round,
One in plum, so luscious sweet,
And our last in strawberry--treat.
THE LITTLE GIRLS' LETTER TO GOD.
Now Susy's such a naughty dirl,
And I ain't any better,
And so we thought we just would wite
The dear dood Dod a letter.
And tell him all about our bad,
Betause he'd have to know,
Or else he touldn't mate us dood,
And so we told him how,
Once when I spit on Susy's dwess
Then Susy spit on me;
And when I bwote her dolly's arm
She smashed my Twistmas-twee.
Then when I pushed her off the wall,
She spattered me with mud;
When I pulled up her tolumbine,
She snapped my wed wose-bud
