No, that, my dear, I cannot do,
You know I used to carry you;
But you are now grown strong and stout,
And you can run and play about.
When Fanny is as old as you,
No doubt but what she’ll do so too;
And when she grows a little stronger,
I mean to carry her no longer.
DIRTY HANDS.
O bless me, Mary, how is this?
Your hands are very dirty, Miss;
I don’t expect such hands to see
When you come in to dine with me.
Mama, said little Mary, pray,
Shall we have company to-day
That I should be so very clean?
By whom, pray, am I to be seen?
By whom, my girl? why, by Mama,
By Brothers, Sisters, and Papa;
Pray, do you not most love to see
Your parents, and your family?
Be cleanly and polite at home,
Then you’re prepared if friends should come:
Make it your habit to be clean,
No matter then by whom you’re seen.