A TROUBLESOME DAUGHTER
Angelica Sue is the carelessest child!
The trouble she makes me is perfectly fearful.
I told her this morning, but she only smiled,
And swung in her hammock, and looked just as cheerful.
I'm sure I should feel I had nothing to do,
If some one adopted Angelica Sue.
It's always Angelica falls in the dust,
Angelica's frock that gets torn on the fences,
The other dolls sit as I tell them they must,
But when she comes out, then the trouble commences.
Wherever I go, or whatever I do,
She's sure to be with me—Angelica Sue.
Oh, nobody knows how I work for that child!
But once, when I spoke of her ways to my brother,
He said, and he looked at us both, and he smiled,
"Angelica Susan takes after her mother!"
I've wondered since then if it really can be
Angelica Sue is a little like me.
HANNAH G. FERNALD.
THE RACE
Across the field and down the hill
I ran a race with Cousin Will,
And lost my shoe, I ran so fast,
And that is why I came in last.
But Cousin Will would try once more
Across the field down to the shore.
This time all would have ended well,
Only I stubbed my toe and fell.