Twelve o’clock!
That’s a bu’ful hour. The clock strikes a lot of times, and the big whistle goes, and the bell rings, and papa comes home, and dinner’s ready!
The one and two hours are lost. Mamma always carries me off to take a nap. I don’t like naps. They waste time.
When we wake up the clock strikes three. N’en I have on my pink dress, and we go walking or riding.
And so the three and four and five hours are gone.
At six o’clock Bossy comes home, and I have my drink of warm milk.
N’en I put on my white gown, and kiss everybody “good-night,” and say “Now I lay me,” and get into my bed.
Mamma says:
“Now the sun and the birdies and my little baby are all gone to bed, and to sleep, sleep, sleep.”
So I shut my eyes tight, and next you know ’tis morning!