Miss Sophia.
Miss Sophy, one fine sunny day,
Left her work and ran away;
When soon she reach'd the garden gate,
Which finding barr'd, she would not wait,
But tried to climb and scramble o'er
A gate as high as any door!
But little girls should never climb,
And Sophy wont another time,
For, when upon the highest rail,
Her frock was caught upon a nail.
She lost her hold, and, sad to tell,
Was hurt and bruis'd—for down she fell!
XX.
The New Penny.
Miss Ann saw a Man,
Quite poor, at a door,
And Ann had a pretty new penny;
Now this the kind Miss
Threw pat in his hat,
Although she was left without any.
She meant, as she went,
To stop at a shop,
Where cakes she had seen a great many;
And buy a fruit-pie,
Or take home a cake,
By spending her pretty new penny.