CAKES AND PIES.
In the dough! In the dough!
This is the way we make it go:
Roll it, roll it, smooth and thin;
Pound it with the rolling-pin;
Cut with thimbles, and it makes
Just the nicest dolly cakes.
Dolly, now, must have a pie:
We will make it, you and I.
Here's a cunning little tin!
Roll and roll the pie-crust thin;
Spread it smoothly now within;
Lay some bits of apple in,
Cover nicely; let it bake:
That's the way our pies we make.
Dolly may not eat it all;
Then, if playmates chance to call,
We will give them a surprise
With our little cakes and pies.
All we make is good to eat;
For our hands are clean and sweet;
And we have such handy ways.
Our dear mother often says,
That she thinks, by all the looks,
We shall soon be famous cooks.
Emeroy Hayward.
THE TIDE COMING IN.
Julia and Rose were on a visit to their uncle, who lived near the seaside. They came from Ohio, and did not know about the ebb and flow of the tide of the ocean. They ran down on the sandy beach, and seated themselves on a rock.