MAY TIME
BOOKS
THE LITTLE BOOK PEOPLE
CHARLOTTE THE CONQUEROR
THE SCARECROW

ILLUSTRATIONS

The Game of Going-to-Bed

The Ball

An Outdoor Girl

The Bedtime Story-Book

Bad Luck and Good Luck Brownies

A Big Playfellow

Nobody

Sympathy

Secrets

A Little April Fool

Whistling in the Rain

The Dutch Wish

When It Rains

A JOLLY BOOK

How can they put in black and white
What little children think at night,
When lights are out and prayers are said,
And you are all tucked up in bed?

Such funny dreams go dancing through
Your head, of things nobody knew,
Or saw, or ever half believes!--
They're all inside these singing leaves.

And little children laugh and go
A-ring-a-round-a-rosy-O;
And birds sing gay--you'd almost think
You listened to a bobolink.

Look at the pictures, one by one!
The rhymes are only half the fun.
It laughs and bubbles like a brook--
My pretty, jolly jingle-book!

MR. TONGUE

A little red man in a little red house
With gates of ivory!
He _might_ stay there, as still as a mouse,
And nobody could see;
But talk he will, and laugh he will,
At everything you do;
And come to the door and peep, until
I know his name--don't you?

KISSES

"Here's a kiss for every year,
And here is one to grow on!"
Father says and mother says
And auntie says, and so on.

"Here's a pat and there's a pat!"
If growing comes of kisses,
I know how one girl found a way
To grow as big as this is!

THE TRIALS OF TRAVEL

Boohoo, boohoo, boohoo, boohoo!
My mother says I can't take Sue
And Grace and Maud and Clarabel
And Ruth and Beth and sweet Estelle,
Unless I pack them with our things.
Oh dear! oh dear! my heart it wrings
To put them in that hot, dark place,
With paper wrapped around each face.
I'm sure they all would suffocate
Or meet some other dreadful fate.
I'd gladly take them on my arm
And keep them safe from every harm,
But mother says that that won't do;
She draws the line at more than two.
I'd like to know what she would say
To sending me packed in a tray.

REBECCA DEMING MOORE.

THE QUARREL

The Wooden Dog and the China Cat
Face to face in the doll-house sat,
And they picked a quarrel that grew and grew,
Because they had nothing else to do.