"Ah, dear child," a swallow twittered, "perhaps you do not know what is written in your eyes; so many of us carry secrets that we ourselves know last of all."
TOMMY'S STOCKINGS.
Two little maids went out one day,
And really it was shocking!
They met poor Tommy on the way,
With holes in either stocking.
They sat down on a low stone seat,
And to and fro kept rocking,
While they knitted, swift and neat,
Each of them a stocking.
And sweet they sang a little song,
The dickie-birds kept mocking;
And Tommy wished that all day long
They'd sit and knit a stocking.