[to be continued.]
CHILDREN AT TEA.
BY S. B.
I am very anxious, children dear,
That you should quiet be,
And take care to behave quite well
While I pour out the tea.
Matilda Jane, I need not scold,
For you behave so well;
You sit so straight, and try your best
To please me, I can tell.
But oh, Belinda, what a sight!
See how she sits awry;
I can not make that child obey,
No matter how I try.
Her hair is always in a furze;
Her dress and sash untied;
She drops her shoes, turns in her toes,
I know not what beside.
But now for once, Belinda dear,
I trust you will behave;
Not spill the milk, nor spoil your dress—
My trouble try to save.
And then you both shall have a cup
Of most delicious tea,
A piece of cake, perhaps some jam,
And then go out with me.
