The dolly you see sitting up against the trunk is my daughter Nannie. I have four other children.
Nellie is a fair-haired blonde, but is getting rather past her prime. You know blondes fade young.
Rosa Grace once had lovely flaxen curls, and very rosy cheeks; but now her curls are few and far between, her cheeks are faded, and her arms and feet are out of order.
Next comes Florence, who has joints, and can sit up like a lady anywhere. My papa brought her from San Francisco. She has yellow hair, and is dressed in crimson silk.
My youngest is not yet named. She is quite small, has black hair and eyes, and is rather old-fashioned looking. If you can think of a name just right for her, I wish you would please let me know. It is so perplexing to name so many children!
Sarah H. Buck.
THREE NAUGHTY PIGS.
| Three naughty pigs, All in one pen, Drank up their milk Left by the men. Then all the three, Fast as they could, Dug their way out To find something good. Out in the garden A maiden fair Had set some flowers, Of beauty rare. Out in the garden A merry boy Had planted seeds, With childish joy. | One naughty pig Ran to the bed; Soon lay the flowers Drooping and dead. Two naughty pigs Dug up the seeds, And left for the boy Not even weeds. Three naughty pigs Back in the pen, Never could do Such digging again. For in their noses Something would hurt Whenever they tried To dig in the dirt. |
F. L. T.