Mother.—The cake shall be given to the poor; and you must be contented with your bread and water.
Fred.—Forgive us this once, mother. Remember it's the Fourth of July,—a day when we all want to be jolly.
Mother.—They who would be jolly, must begin by being good. The cake goes to those who need it much more than we do.
(The children all cry.)
Alfred Selwyn.
What was the song of the meadow brook, As under the willows his way he took? Wouldn't you like to know? "Let me play a while as I will: By and by I must turn the mill, As farther down I go. "Daisies, hanging over my side, Beautiful daisies, starry-eyed, Kiss me for I must go! But think of me as I turn the wheel, Grinding the corn into powdery meal And drifts of golden snow." A. D. W. |