THE BROWNIES
The little Bad Luck Brownies,
They cry and pout and frown;
They pucker up a crying-mouth,
And pull the corners down;
They blot the smile from every face
And hush the happy song—
The little Bad Luck Brownies
That make the world go wrong!
The little Good Luck Brownies,
They sing and laugh and shout;
If any cloud of trouble comes,
They turn it inside out
To show the silver lining
That's always, always there,—
The little Good Luck Brownies
That make the world so fair!
Bad Luck and Good Luck Brownies
HER ANSWER
It was an easy question and Margie thought it so,
An easy one to answer, as any one would know.
She smiled and smiled again as it hung upon the wall:
"In going to school what do you like the very best of all?"
Then grew a little sober as she began to write,
With wrinkles on her forehead and lips a little tight.
She wrote her answer carefully, with look so grave and wise,
She minded all her capitals and dotted all her I's,
She crossed her T's precisely, she smiled a little more
At all the pleasant images the pleasant question bore
Of all the merry, laughing hours, and all the joyous play—
"The thing I like the best of all in school—a holiday."
SIDNEY DAYRE.