DOT'S LETTER.
Here's a picture of Dot
As she sat at her ease
With a letter she'd got.
"Dear Dot," it began,
"We so want you to come!
'Twas to-day we began
Our new plan of 'At Home.'
"There is Mollie and me
And our new dolls, you know,
Whom you're certain to see.
We give plum-cake at tea,
Besides sweets when you go.
Your friend I remain,
With much love, as you know."
[THE REHEARSAL.]
A duet, if you please, between Norman and Grace;
Sister Olive is player; she's there in her place;
Tiny Grace is Soprano, and Norman is Bass.
Little Grace is so eager she can not keep time,
But runs on ahead without reason or rhyme.
"Sing slower!" cries Norman; "it is not a race;
Still slower, Soprano, and do keep your place."
"It is Olive," says Gracie; "what is she about?
She waited too long there, and quite put me out."
"No, indeed," answers Olive, that mark means a 'rest';
You don't understand, Grace—indeed I know best."
"Try again. Ah! that's better, by far than before;
Now if people were here, they would cry out 'Encore,'
Which means, you know, Gracie, 'Please sing it once more.'"
["A MAN OF STRAW."]
