VALOR.
By Lucy Fitch Perkins.
There isn’t any giant
Within this forest grim,
And if there were, I wouldn’t be
A bit afraid of him!
A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY
By Lucy Fitch Perkins.
My doll, my doll, my Annabel,
She’s really feeling far from well!
Her wig is gone, her eyes are out,
Her legs are left somewhere about,
Her arms were stolen by the pup,
The hens ate all her sawdust up,
So all that’s really left of her
Is just her clothes and character.