et Tippytoes, as pink as a rose,
And white as a cotton-boll;
Let us follow the plan of the folk in Japan,
And dance for your Feast, little Doll-doll-doll,
And dance for your Feast, little Doll.

Nora Archibald Smith.

_Cuddle Down, Dolly_

They sent me to bed, dear, so dreadfully early,
I hadn't a moment to talk to my girlie;
But while Nurse is getting her dinner downstairs,
I'll rock you a little and hear you your prayers.
_Cuddle down, dolly,_
_Cuddle down, dear!_
_Here on my shoulder you've nothing to fear._
_That's what Mamma sings to me every night,_
_Cuddle down, dolly dear, shut your eyes tight!_

Not comfor'ble dolly?--or why do you fidget?
You're hurting my shoulder, you troublesome midget!
Perhaps it's that hole that you told me about.
Why, darling, your sawdust is trick-ker-ling out!!

We'll call the good doctor in, right straight away;
This can't be neglected a single more day;
I'll wet my new hankchif and tie it round tight,
'Twill keep you from suffering pains in the night.

I hope you've been good, little dolly, to-day,
Not cross to your nursie, nor rude in your play;
Nor dabbled your feet in those puddles of water
The way you did yesterday, bad little daughter!

* * * * *

Oh, dear! I'm so sleepy--can't hold up my head,
I'll sing one more verse, then I'll creep into bed.
_Cuddle down, dolly,_
_Here on my arm,_
_Nothing shall frighten you, nothing shall harm._
_Cuddle down sweetly, my little pink rose,_
_Good angels come now and guard thy repose._

Kate Douglas Wiggin.

_Playgrounds_

In summer I am very glad
We children are so small,
For we can see a thousand things
That men can't see at all.

They don't know much about the moss
And all the stones they pass:
They never lie and play among
The forests in the grass:

They walk about a long way off;
And, when we're at the sea,
Let father stoop as best he can
He can't find things like me.

But, when the snow is on the ground
And all the puddles freeze,
I wish that I were very tall,
High up above the trees.

Laurence Alma Tadema.

_Ke