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ndows open, and the dog on the steps ready to bark if he saw anything unusual. Then they felt sure that they could not dream while they were wide-awake, so three of them went to bed, and one dozed in a corner of the porch, with her clothes on. Presently the dog barked, and two children in their night-gowns ran out to see, and one took off her night-cap and looked out of window; but it was only old Nurse coming back from a long gossip with the village blacksmith's wife and mother-in-law. So the dog looked foolish, and Nurse was angry, and put them all to bed without any more ado. "Oh," they cried, "but the fairies, and the queen, and the flowers! What shall we do to see them?" "Go to sleep," said Nurse, "and the dream may come to you;--you can't go to a dream," she added, for you see she was just a peasant woman, and had never travelled far, or into any land but her own. So the children shut their eyes tightly and went to sleep, and I think that they saw something, for their eyes were very bright next morning, and one of them whispered to me, softly, "The queen wore a wreath of flowers last night, dear mother, and, oh, she was very beautiful." THE LITTLE MAID. A little maid went to market, She went into the town, And all the things she had to buy She carefully wrote down. The coffee, sugar, tea, and rice-- The currant cake for tea, And then she had to reckon up, And see how much they'd be. She sat her down as she came back, She sat her down to see What they had cost--the currant cake, The coffee, and the tea. She could not make her money right, And yet, how she did try! She could not make her money right, And oh! how she did cry. She's counting still, my dears, my dears, She's counting day and night, But though she counts for years and years, She'll never make it right. She'll never make it right--right--right, Oh! never any more, Though she sits counting--count--count--count, Till she is ninety-four. WAR. "I don't like you," said he, in a rage. "You are a naughty boy," said she, crossly. "I shall never speak to you again." "I shall never play with you any more." "I don't care." "And I don't care." "I shall tell of you." "All right. I shall tell of you." "Nasty mean thing to threaten." "You threatened first." "Nasty, disagreeable thi
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