For fear Jack Frost should come.
How many eyes has the Baby Bo?
Two, so shining and bright!
Shut them up under the little white lids,
And kiss them a loving good-night.
[ARTHUR AND HIS PONY.]
About the middle of the summer, little Arthur, who lived in the country, went to see his grandmother, whose house was three or four miles away from Arthur's home. He staid there a week, and when he came home and had been welcomed by all the family, his father took him out on the front piazza and said to him:
"Now, Arthur, if you are not tired, how would you like to take a ride?"