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Title: More Tales in the Land of Nursery Rhyme

Author: Ada M. Marzials

Release Date: July 31, 2007 [EBook #22184]

Language: English

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[Frontispiece: Jack and Jill in the Witch's House.]

MORE TALES

IN THE LAND OF

NURSERY RHYME

BY

ADA M. MARZIALS

AUTHOR OF

"IN THE LAND OF NURSERY RHYME"

WITH FRONTISPIECE

LONDON: H. R. ALLENSON, LIMITED

RACQUET COURT, FLEET STREET, E.C.

1913

TO

MY LITTLE COUSINS

KATHLEEN AND DOROTHY

CONTENTS

THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW
MARY, MARY, QUITE CONTRARY
JACK AND JILL
LITTLE MISS MUFFET
PUSSY CAT, PUSSY CAT
HEY, DIDDLE, DIDDLE!

THE NORTH WIND DOTH BLOW

"_Different people have different opinions_"

The North Wind doth blow,
And we shall have snow,
And what will the robin do then? Poor thing!
He will sit in a barn,
And to keep himself warm
He will hide his head under his wing. Poor thing!

Oh, how cold it was!

The North Wind howled round the barn, whirling the snowflakes into a
little heap inside the half-open door. Even beyond the little heap of
snow, right inside the barn among the whisps of hay and straw, and beyond
the pile of turnips piled up in one far corner, it was still bitterly
cold and draughty.

The few birds left had found their way into the old barn for shelter, and
were close together on a low bar of wood at the far end, where they sat
ruffling their feathers and shivering.

From time to time one of them would peer out at the leaden grey sky and
the falling snowflakes, and then hide its head under its wing again to
deaden the sound of the wind whistling through the crannies.

There were five of them.

A Robin, who had been blown in with the last gust of wind; a wretched
little Sparrow, who twittered helplessly from time to time, and then hid
her head ashamed at having been betrayed into such an exhibition of
weakness in public; an Owl, who, living habitually