Cobwebs to catch flies

by Mrs. Lovechild

First Girl. I had more joy in that, than I could have had in my doll’s new dress. Dolls can not feel the want of clothes.

Second Girl. Now let us go down stairs.

THE COTTAGE GARDEN.

First Boy. I see no toys—How do you pass your time?

Second Boy. I feed the hens, and the ducks; I see the calf fed.

First Boy. And what do you do else?

Second Boy. I go out and see the men plough; I see them sow; and when I am good, they give me some corn.

First Boy. And what do you do with it?

Second Boy. I sow it; I love to see it come up. I have some oats of my own; they are just come up; I wish they were ripe, we would cut them.