th her apron hides her eyes.

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When market day comes round again
The witch locks up her house and then
She says, "Be careful while you play;--
Don't lose this child when I'm away."
Now she has gone Eliza takes
Her apron and a doll she makes.

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"Just see this apron-girl," she cries;--
"Look at it's nose and button eyes."
And now her frock with belt and fold
Into another doll is rolled;
She gives it to the rabbit boy,
Who squeaks and stamps his foot with joy.

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"Now," cry the rabbits, "we will play,
For these girls cannot run away."
But while they rock their dolls and sing
The witch brings home her marketing.
"Where are you children dear," she cries.
The little rabbit boy replies;--

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"Here with two girls we play, but one
Far off, across the fields has run."
The rabbit witch went hurrying out
To see what they could be about.
There no Eliza could she find
But only clothes she'd left behind.

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Quick after her the old witch ran;--
Haste, haste, make haste, Eliza Ann!
Her own dear home was reached at last;
The door was shut, the latch made fast.

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But young Eliza had been taught
A lesson as her mother thought:
Henceforth she was so sweet and mild
All loved to be with such a child.

PETER AND THE OGRESS

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These small boys started off for school
But loitered by the way,
Until at last 'twas quite too late
To go to school that day.
Ah naughty, naughty, truant boys!
But listen what befell!
Close by a wicked ogress lived,
Down in a lonesome dell.

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Now see her coming down the hill!
Now see the children run!
Her arms are long, her hands are strong,
She catches every one.
In vain the children kick and scream,
The ogress takes them home
And locks the door; then off she goes
To bid the neighbors come.

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But clever Peter sees above
The chimney, black and wide;
"Quick, wipe your eyes and come," he cries;
"I've found a place to hide."
And none too soon, for scarce the last
Is out of sight before
They hear the wicked ogress
Come stumping in the door.

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Then from the chimney Peter bawls,
"We're hiding, stupid face!"
"Oh, oh!" the ogress says, "I know;
You're up the chimney place."
So up the ch