"I didn't care for this, you know,
But O, I couldn't bear it
When they began to laugh at her,
And say, 'Nell loves Ned Jarrett!'

"And so I thought I'd have to fight,--
And though I was the smallest
Of all the party, I's so mad
I'd easy beat the tallest.

"But Nelly coaxed and comforted,
And said, 'Why would I do it,
When they had only told the truth,
And everybody knew it!'"

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_THE CLAMBERERS._

All you babies
Perched in air,
Careful how you
Caper there!
Careful lest the
Little feet
Or the little
Hands so sweet,
Lose their hold
And babies fall,--
Careful, careful,
Babies all.

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_THE NEW WHITE JATTET._

I never seen such naughty dirls
As Susy Jones and Ellen;
They laughed, O desht as hard's they tould
When I twipped up and fell in
The old toal-hole. And see, mamma,
I tore my new white jattet;
And when I twied, they laughed and laughed,
And said, "O, what a wattet!"
The bid dirls talled them most untind,
And said they surely knew it,
The teaching of the Dolden Wule,
And then how tould they do it!
I duess they'd twy if they was me,
I duess they'd mate a wattet,
If they should fall in a toal-hole,
And tear their new white jattet.

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_REMEMBER THE POOR._

"SWEET, my darling, come and see
What mamma has brought for thee;
Garments soft and ribbons bright,
Hat and coat, a pretty sight;
Sweet, my child, what shall we do
With the old, now you've the new?"

"Why, mamma, this frock and frill,
These are good and pretty still.
But as they are quite too small,
Give them, please, to Lillie Ball
In the cottage by the hill,
She'll be glad, I know she will;
For mamma, they're very poor,
And 'tis cold to cross the moor
In their tattered garments few;
Mamma, may I give the new?"

"No, my child, and yet you may
Sometimes give new things away.
Keep your pennies, and they'll be
Dollars, by and by, two, three;
Thus you now and then may have
Something new and fresh to give."

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_THE LITTLE STREET-SWEEPER._

Look at that little girl sweeping the crossing;
See how the mud her bare legs is embossing!
And her feet are so slippered with mud, that it seems
As though from the ground she grew up 'mongst the teams;
And why she's not run over surely's a wonder,