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Coming home we sang songs, and laughed; and every time we came to a house we cheered all together, and waved our flags. Everybody came to their windows to look, for there is n't much travelling on that road.0! I'm so out of breath, and so hoarse! But I'm sorry we've got home, I wish it had been ten miles. Now I hear them laughing and clapping over at Aunt Phebe's. What can they be doing? Now Uncle Jacob is calling us to come over. Bubby Short's jumped up. He says his throat feels better now. I wonder what Uncle Jacob wants of us. We must go and see. Good by, sis. This letter is from your brother Dorry.
Mrs. A. M. Diaz
THE BABY-HOUSE FAMINE.
T the baby-house door sits my sweet little Kitty,
In her apron lies Kitty, her namesake, asleep;
And the baby-clothes lie on the floor in a heap.
Are the cares of your housekeeping quite overwhelming ?
Are the children unruly, and servants a bore?
Sits placid old Dinah with eyes on the floor.
If you're tired of playing, run out to the garden ;
There's green grass to play on, the sunshine is bright;
Take her lap for your bed, dear, and play it is night.
Then the dear little face grew exceedingly solemn,
And in the brown eyes were two wee little tears ;
Miss Kitten gaped sadly; 0, what were your fears ?
Dear Aunty, my children are dying of hunger;
Just look at Miss Anna! she's grown very thin ;
And to see them all starving! It's really a sin.
Well, the last that I saw of the dolls in affliction,
They sat round their table, mamma at the head ;
A TREASURY OF
CHARADES, PUZZLES PROBLEMS ଏ
ILLUSTRATED REBUS.- No. 57.
What the hero loved.
One of the United States.
FINDMEOUT. ILLUSTRATED REBUS.- No. 59.