And now shake your hand, little dolly,
For "good-night" to the folks, and "by-by!"
Ah! she's tired with playing, poor Dolly,
And so, my own mother, am I.
W. G.
SUSIE'S DANCING-LESSON.
HEN Susie is fretful and peevish,—which, I am glad to say, is not often,—there is nobody who can put her in good humor so quickly as her grown-up sister Ann. She knows just how to deal with the little girl.
Thus Ann will say, "What is the matter, Susie? Are you hungry? No. Are you sleepy? Not a bit of it. Do you want me to tell you a story? No. Are you tired? No. I have it: you want a good dose of exercise. That is the very thing you need. Come here now, and I'll give you a dancing-lesson."
She takes Susie's hands, and whirls her out on the floor before she has time to say a word. Then Ann begins to sing,—
"Here we go up, up, up,
And here we go down, down, down-y;
Here we go this way and that,
And here we go round, round, round-y,"