AMUSING THE BABY.
By Eva Lovett Carson.
A sudden tumult arose one day, In the nursery overhead. 'T was like wild horses a-galloping there, Or a whole procession led. Nursie, with face of terror, Deserted her cup of tea, And rushed up the stair, in a state of despair, To see what the noise might be.
She found in the room three Zulu chiefs Prancing across the floor. Their faces beamed, as they danced and screamed, And their arms waved more and more. In a corner sat Ted, the baby, Silent and pale with fright: "We're amusing the baby—Oh, Nurse, come and see!" Cried the Zulus in great delight.
"Oh, horrors!" cried Nursie in anger, Rushing to poor little Ted. "To go on that way, such ridic-u-lous play!— 'T will put the child out of his head!" —With expressions of injured goodness, Stood Dudley, and Gordon, and Fred, "Why, Nursie, how mean!—We should think you'd have seen, We're amusing the baby!" they said.
