'1^ ^''i \i' 3^ ^ '^, « N * «?SsN\\n'^'' '3'. r. « * ,0^ •^^^^ v^ ♦ <7 /,A/n Heigh, ho, I'm learninor to sew WMM mi wc ay ew y@\^ii L. THE LIBRARY OF CONGRESS, Two Copies Received JUL. 6 1901 Copyright entry CLASS J^XXc. N». COPY B. f5 w n Copyriglit, I'.ioi Dy Annie W. Allen NEW YORK CI' (Tbese veveee are publiebeD because tbe^ please mg little girl. O^beg are OeOlcateD to because be Is tonD of ber. '?JnyJ^ ij>-.»ivAlo;J^£&V^J A few little rhymes I have told a few times To a child I know When the sun was low. CONTENTS Work and V\..\\ Mv Thoi-cihts I Kkkp Do Laundry Boys Grow Coi'XTixci THK Dollies Learxinc. To vSi;\v My Cocoa Cip Naughty Miss No Name Soldiers False and Soldiers Truj The; Witch Child Where is Toby? The Hi'NTER axd the Hare How Does She Know? Taking Tea . Molly and Polly Life's Noises A Day's Play Sick Betsy Tin-: Dolls' Dixni<:k A Gift and a vSmili: Good Night, Mv Dollies 1 8 23 25 30 34 40 42 4'^ 52 56 60 69 72 82 87 92 96 102 113 I 17 W' ft m» ILLUSTRATIONS Heigh, ho, I'm learning to sew {Frontispiece) A ehikl I know 8 Boy's head {the lumter) lO Girl's head (^/^V/)') 12 Butterflies 17 Move each stool 18 Clear a room of every bit of dirt in sight 19 ]\Iake a snowball . 20 Broom {tailpiece) 21 Little maid 22 There goes the bell 25 I saw through the crack 27 The black laundry boy 28 When he gets old 29 Your new shoe 30 Why, who cries? 31 Answer, each one, till I am all done . n My needle 34 Thread and workbasket 35 13 Where the butterflies are .... 36 Heads of singing children .... 38 This is my cup 41 A piece of cake 43 Taking the dolly to walk .... 44 Some ice-cream 45 Such trouble with hair 45 You've torn your blue dress ... 47 Soldiers of lead and tin 48 Real soldiers 49 They sleep in their tents .... 50 Courier coming to tell of the foe who is drawing near 50 The trumpet that calls 51 The witch child 53 There, there, don't you cry .... 57 Cat with bandaged eyes 58 The hare and white rabbits .... 60 A small boy who had a new gun . . 61 He said, "Bunny, bunny, come home with me." 63 Your terrible gun 65 My gun I'll give up 66 14 I'm sure she knows all about it . . 68 The bird in the cage that sings . . 70 A wee little house 72 His ehair 73 A playhouse fine- 74 Teapot and cup 75 Did you say you must go? . . . . 76 My dishes are new jy Queer little boys, who wear funny clothes 79 Wee little houses right down by the sea 80 Train of cars 81 Won't vou have a dolly ? 83 That dolly 85 Donkey's head [tailpiece) .... 86 Hear the trains clang '^y The old wagon wheels roll .... 88 My little girl 89 My little girl with hair all a- curl . . 90 Your sunshade . .' 93 AVe'll run very hard 95 Poor little Betsy 96 Betsy's bed 97 His little box full of mednez and things 98 15 We'll tie your blue bonnet right under his chin lOo One night when I was in bed . . . 103 A light in the hall 104 Miss Rachel, Miss Gertrude, Miss Betsv and Miss Caroline . . . 106 He saw Fritzie straddle the arm of your chair 108 Doll's head {tailpiece) 1 1 1 Her sorrowful face 112 Masks {tailpiece) 115 I've kissed my mama 116 Dolls 117 Kisses on wee little pegs .... 119 I heard the cook say 120 Your milk or your bread . . . . 121 The ink in the inkwell 122 My very best apron 122 Fritzie 123 Yes, dear mama, I'm coming . . . 124 16 17 WORK AND PLAY Whurri-lee, whurri-lay ; Now at keeping house we'll play. Take a broom And clear a room Of every bit of dirt in sight ; Move each stool and heavy chair, Get the dust that's settled there ; Take a cloth and polish bright Every bit of brass in sight. ^0^^ ^ii*ivvKvt«_7^«^*vC3, 19 1 '■■- IIM I ^ ' "-^HK. j -| j|- * 13^ Whurri-lay, whurri-lec ; Now we're thrc^iii^h our work, you see; Take a nap. Then get your eap, Bundle up and out we go ; ]\Iake a snowball, paek it hard, Roll it then around the yard ; Big and round it soon will grow, That's the v:?.y we'll make it go. / .1 'Mi, \ / ^ -^^ \ , y* •i i ■ '•^' / \ ( MY THOUGHTS I KEEP. Now, little maid, Come here to me ; A penny I'll give. If you'll let me see The thoughts that you hide Deep down in your breast ; I would see one and all The worst and the best. Indeed, my dear sir I Do you really suppose That the thoughts which I hide Are no better than those Which are held so cheap They are shown to you For such a mean thing As a penny or two? ^ .3 The thoughts that I keep Deep down in my breast I only disclose To those I love best ; And those who think That they can be bought I never would trust With one little thouafht. 24 DO LAUNDRY BOYS GROW? There goes the bell ; Now who can it be That comes just at night? Let's go and see. Perhaps it is Joe, The big colored man, With a letter or papers, Or things from the van. 25 Mama's at the door; She has opened it wide, And I saw through the crack ; I am sure that I spied The black laundry boy With the clothes in a sack. The laundry boy's bigger, It seems to me, Than he Avas last summer, When I used to see Him come to our flat In his old straw hat. Without any coat ; And he waited and sat On the step by the door, And played with me there For a minute or more. 26 ia.vr.::^Sl^^^^^^^^^=^^ 27 28 Please tell me, papa, Do laundry boys grow, lust like little girls, So awfully slow? And when he gets old Will he be a man As big as you are? And when he began Was he little like me? And how does he grow? Fm sure I don't see. 29 COUNTING THE DOLLIES Miss No Name ! Miss No Name ! Come ! Come ! Hurry, now ! I'm waiting for you, And you're loitering, too, Have you lost your new shoe? Dear! Dear! Tell me how. Miss No Name ! Miss No Name ! Here, here, is the place Where you are to sit ; I am sure you'll just fit, And not crowd a bit. Fie ! Fie ! What a face ! 30 Miss No Name ! Miss No Name ! There! There! Why, who cries? I want you to sit Right there, just a bit, And not cry a whit. There ! There ! Dry your eyes. 31 My Dollies ! My Dollies ! I am glad that I see You each in your place, And not the least trace Of a frown on a face. Now, listen to me. Oh deary I Oh deary ! Why, why won't 3-0U all Just answer to me? I'm counting, you see, How many you be. Take care, or you'll fall ! Now, Dollies! Now, Dollies! Hark ! Hark ! Hear me call, And answer, each one, Till I am all done ; Then away you shall run. Good ! Good ! for you all ! 32 33 LEARNING TO SEW. Heigh, ho : I'm learning to sew ; My niamiTia says Some day I will know How to thread my needle And tie a knot ; She has shown me often, But I have forgot. 34 35 ^ ^ f^ 36 Oh, dear! I ani so tired ; I wish I eoukl play On the hiwn with the hired Man, singing and whistling From morning till night, Where the butterflies are And the sun is bright. Oh, Tom, Won't you please coine near, I cannot come out, And I want to hear The tunes yoti whistle And the songs you sing, For peace to my heart Thev always brinsf. 37 Why, child, To be sure I will; I will sing my songs With a right good will, And whistle my times Till I've whistled them all, If cheer to yotir heart They help to call. 38 Now hear What I have to say : You must Avork while you work, And pk'iy wliile you play; Then your tasks will be easy, Your burdens li,u^ht, And your songs to others Will brinif delieht. 39 MY COCOA CUP This is my cocoa ; This is my cup ; This is the way I tip it up. The cup is full ; The cocoa is brown, With cream on top ; And I drink it down. 40 41 NAUGHTY MISS NO NAME. Now, Miss Betsy, You sit right there ; Don't wiggle around And fall from your chair, Or you'll dirty your dress And muss up your hair. Oh, there! Now you have done it ; I do declare, I'm 'scusted with you. And I should think That you would be, too; And don't you feel That you ought to be Ashamed to yourself, AVhen you look and see The trouble you've made For you and for me. 42 I was i^'oing- to give You a piece of cake, And then for a walk I thought I would take Miss No Name and you ; 43 >*«-^ J^'J\a^^'^.*Xa^ 44 ju^.:- And I thought that perhaps We would go shopping, too, And buy some ice cream And lots of things more, Where I went with papa In the great big store. He took me, you know. But, oh, dear me ! Such trouble with hair I never did see. Now do please try To hold your head still ; You don't need to cry, You can if vou will. m % 45 Miss No Name, my dear, Here's some nice cake for you ; Why, you've torn 3^our blue dress! Now tell me true. Did you tear it yourself? Did you do it to-day? Speak up real loud, I can't hear what you say. I shall have to mend it With this white thread ; And then I shall put You right in your bed. And cover you up. And there you shall stay While Betsy and I On our walk are away. 46 47 SOLDIERS FALSE AND SOLDIERS TRUE. These are false soldiers Of lead and tin ; They are battered without And hollow within, — As we ought to expect Of soldiers of tin. 48 l^ut we'll play they are soldiers Of flesh and blood, Whose brave hearts beat With a tlnimp and a thud, When they think of the foe Who before them send. 49 As they sleep in their tents Again they hear .The trumpet that calls, With its notes so clear, To meet the foe Who is drawing near. ^M^ A^^Qy^^^OCo . 50 The smoke of battle Has cleared away ; And the soldiers true "Who fought that day Were bruised like these With which we play. 51 THE WITCH CHILD. A bright winsome child She is to behold ; And, yet, she's a witch, Who enchants as of old She has nut-brown hair, And hazel eyes That speak the truth To those who are wise In the signs that tell What children think. (They are wise indeed Who know them well.) And yet she's a witch With secret ways. For a wonderful harp She often plays, — 52 MS- JX^- ^is^- A harp that she Ne'er touches or sees, With strings ne'er swept By hand or breeze. But your soul's unrest She can drive away When its unseen strings She deigns to play. She has many a harp That she plays upon ; But some there be That now and anon Are out of tune, And she seeks in vain To draw forth then A sinele strain. 54 The harp on which She strangely plays (This wonderful child With secret ways) Is the heart of man, With its hidden strings That sound for her Till her own heart rings. And the tuneless harp Is the one in which There is no love For this dear little witch. 55 WHERE IS TOBY ? Toby ! Toby ! Where can he be? Papa, where is Toby? He's hiding- from me. Meow ! Meow ! There he comes now, And he's hurt his poor eye. I wonder how. Toby ! Toby ! Come here to me ; Hold np your eye, And let me see. 56 .Oc U^^,^.^ ?^X.-J^. 57 5S Meow ! ^leow I There, there, don't you cry. Hold perfectly still, And I'll bandage your eye. Toby ! Toby ! Now I want to know, What could you have done To hurt your eye so? Catching a rat ? Well, Pm glad of that; I thought that perhaps You had been in a fight ; And you know I have said That is not at all ricfht. 59 THE HUNTER AND THE HARE 60 This is what happened One fine summer's day: The boy wandered out In the green woods to play, And the hare, who was there, Saw the boy with the gun, And he made a great leap And started to run. 6i The kind little boy Had a rabbit at home. It was kept in a cage And never could roam ; So he thought to himself, " Now, won't it be fine For me to take this one, And keep it with mine?" And he said, " Bunny, Bunny I Come home with me. My rabbit so white Your playmate shall be ; You shall stay in his house, With a window of glass. And you never shall hunger, I'll feed vou with erass." 62 "No, no, Mister Hunter! I can't go with you ; Wh}^ what do you think My children would do? I have plenty of food For both them and me ; I don't want your house, I want to stay free. " And, as for your hunting, I am sure you should see. Though it's fine play for you. It is no fun for me ; You frighten us all With your terrible gun, And drive us away With what vou call fun." 64 65 7^^>/v^--^f- O'SjjJ^'VO^C, ^ 66 Said the boy : "Oh, Bunny, If you'll play with me, My gun I'll give up And you shall stay free. My rabbit I'll bring To tell you it's true, That I never hurt him And Avould not hurt you." 67 E(_tA^7ni«. J^oi-eftrs, 68 HOW DOES SHE KNOW r My papa's the funniest, funniest Man ; Whatex'er I do, or whatever I Plan, He learns somehow ; but I never ean Tell How he knows everythin^j;; so awfullv Well. ' My mamma, too, is as funnv as He; For, whatever I do. or wherever I Be, I'm sure she knows all about it, for When I go where she is, she savs to me Then, — •' What have you been doing ; Now tell me True, For, if you do not, I shall punish You." 69 Sometimes, when I go to wash off my Hands, I leave her alone in the room where she Stands At work on her plants or her clothes or Things ; And I hear the bird in the cage, that Sings, 70 But I'm just as still as the stillest Mouse, — I'm the stillest thing in the whole big House ; And I think to myself " I'll play just a Bit ' With the soap and water, and I won't slop It," When, all of a sudden, she says to Me,— "Come, little girl, hurry up, for you See If you play in the water, you'll spoil your Clothes, And where you'll get more only goodness Knows." Now, how does she know the things that I Do, When I play in the water and muss my elothes Too^ 71 TAKING TEA. My papa is home Up here in our fiat ; He says it is play-time, And the reason is, that Mister Lincoln was born On this very day, In a wee little house On a winter's morn. 72 He's through in the study ; He sits in his chair Looking out of the window At the snowflakes there. I think he's asleep ; I'm 'most sure of that, For he nods his head And he breathes so deep. 73 I'm here in my playroom ; Of course, I mean My wee little room With the pretty red screen In front of the bed, Where I sleep at night, With a playhouse fine Right close by the head. 74 My table is set For breakfast or tea ; And my dishes are new — You must come and see. The food is all on ; Oh, please do stay. Shall I sugar your tea, Did I hear you say? 75 Did you say you must go? So very quick ? Why, you've only just come ; I hope you're not sick. There's my pretty new book, Soine new china dolls, And a long train of cars, At which you must look. 76 Good-bye, my dear ; Please do come again, And be sure that you plan To stay longer then. I am sure that papa, If he should be home. Would tell of the lands Where he used to roam. And show us his pictures Of queer little boys Who wear funny clothes And play with nice toys, And of wee little houses Right down by the sea, In the wonderful places Where he used to be. Are you fast asleep, Papa, my dear? Why, I've just had a call, And didn't you hear How polite I was, And asked her to stay? But she really could not, So she went right away 78 79 8o ( )h, deary nie, Suz ! I'm conscusted with you; You stay fast asleep When I don't want you to. I'm sure I shall ery If you don't play with me Just a few little whiles Before we have tea I know you're awake, I can see by your smiles. /^ MOLLY AND POLLY Little Miss Molly Had more than one dolly, But they did not satisfy her. Little Miss Polly Hadn't even one dolly, And one would have satisfied her. Said pretty Miss Molly To poor little Polly, " Won't you have a dolly?" And took one and gave it to her. Now it happened, this dolly That generous Molly Gave to dear Polly Was the very best dolly That belonged to Miss Molly, Which did not occur then to her. 82 Glad little Polly Examined the dolly, Which she got from Miss Molly, And was pleased with the dolly, And said, "Thank you, most kindly, for her!" But when sweet little Molly Saw dear little Polly Go away with the dolly, She thought, ' ' What a folly To part with that dolly Which I gave to her." So she cried at her folly And called out to Polly, " Oh, give me my dolly! I really cannot give you her.' Then poor little Polly She kissed the fine dolly, And gave it to Molly, Who had many a dolly ; While kind little Polly Hadn't even one dolly, And one would have satisfied her. 84 So, poor little Polly Was more generous than Molly, When she gave baek the dolly, Whieh alone would have satisfied her iti-.RaC^Ea, 85 H J- vUiMr. 86 LIFE'S NOISES. Rackety bang ; rackety bang ; Hear the trains clang, As they go up and down Through the great busy town. 87 Clickety clackety ; clickety clackety ; How the old rackety Wagon wheels roll Over each hump and into each hole! Chipety hip ! chipcty hip ; This is the clip Of the horses' feet, As they pound on the street. Fitter patter ; pitter patter • Is the quick little clatter Of the feet that I see Come runninof to me. vV^^. );i ,1(1 ~"^^^ \ \ 90 So what docs it matter Though trains do clang, And wagons bang, And horses' feet Pound on the street. If my little girl. With hair all a- curl. Has a heart full of glee When she trips out to me? 9< A DAY'S PLAY Come, little girl, And play with me ; Bring your sunshade. And we will see If it will cover Both you and me, When we open it wide, Like a spreading tree In a field, We Avill sit on the floor, And play it's the beach. Where the sand is dry, Away from the reach Of the waves that roll And toss and breach Through the walls of stone. With which men would teach Them restraint. 92 93 And out on the Ocean's Great broad back Sail the ships that go And leave no track, — Like the lives that are lived By those who lack The purpose of life To face the attack Of life's storm. And now it is night ; We have played very hard, So Ave'll hurry home To our own little yard, Where the flowers bloom, — Roses and pinks and fragrant nard. And there we'll pluck some posies, And run very hard In the house. 94 95 SICK BETSY Poor little Betsy ! Are you really sick? We will send for the doctor Right away, quick. iVttjY^ 96 J^ I will help you undress And put you in bed, And Gertrude shall stand Right close by your head. 97 Rachel, do hurry ; Take a hat or a shawl, Don't stand at the mirror, But hasten and call The big doctor man As quick as you can. I want you to tell him To come right away, For Betsy is crying ; Now don't stop to play. But be sure that he brings His little box full Of mednez and things. There, baby dear, • You sit in my chair, And Fritzie shall stay And play with you there. L»fC. 99 -^j^^aJTyUl We'll tie your blue bonnet Right under his chin, And play it's a basket To carry things in. You're a nauglity dog, Fritzie, To jump in her lap ; You've frightened the baby, And knocked off her cap. Oh, deary me I I can't have it so ; You must keep still. Or I'll certainly go Quite crazy, I know ; Or else I'll be sick. And then what shall I do, To care for myself And poor Betsy too. THE DOLL'S DINNER Now, listen, mama, And I will tell you A strange Utile story. I'm sure it is true, For my dollies told It to me to-day About what they did One night for play. Miss No Name it was Who told it me ; She is the youngest Of all, you see. She said that one night, When I w*as in bed And the moon shone in On the screen by my head, They all woke up And saw a bright light Right out in the hall, And it gave them a fright. 103 Now, wasn't that funny ? To be afraid Of a light in the hall ! But she said that it made Awful queer little lights Up and down on the floor, Where they saw it shine In front of the door. 104 You remember the night When you went to eall, And left the gas lit Where it .shone in the hall? Well, that was the night; But they didn't know That you had gone out And left the light so. But at last they went And peeked out of the door, And they saw the gas lit, But nothing more. So they said to themselves: " Now, won't it be fine For us to go out And play that we dine!" io6 Miss Rachel went first, Miss Gertrude next passed, Miss Betsy came then, And Caroline last. Miss Rachel was proud Of the way that she strode, Miss Gertrude was lame, And Betsy, she rode. Her horse was Fritzie ; And she was so proud Of the way that she rode That he laughed out loud. Miss No Name herself Was not very well, And she staid in her bed And so couldn't tell •07 io8 What it was that they did When they got outside ; But Toby was there, And looked out ; and he spied Them up on the chairs At the bio^ dinincj-table. But how they got up He never was able To tell her at all, 'Cept he saw Fritzie straddle The arm of your chair. Like a man on a saddle. Then Caroline turned ; She saw Toby there, And told him to go And sit in his chair. log Now, that was all. That Miss No Name knew For she fell asleep, And Toby too. A OIFT AND A SMILE. There is a corner which I pass by, And there is a child whom I always see When I go by, for she looks for me ; She seemed so strange and wayward and wild,— Such a desolate, homely, disconsolate child— That it made me sigh when I passed by. I used to say when I saw her there ; "She thinks the world but a gloomy place, And her thought is shown in her sorrow- ful face," She seemed so silent and moody and sad ; But now, I know she makes others glad, And helps to bear their burdens of care . 113 And I also know her heart is glad, Though her face is sad, and seems so grave. For once she smiled as she freely gave To another child a flower she got ; (I saw her then, but she knew it not) And then I was glad, though her face was sad. Now 1 say to myself, that behind tne mask Of her moody face is hid the queen Who wears a mask to hide the mien Of a tender heart, which is kind and true ; And I wish you knew her as well as I do, To help in any task of removing the mask. 114 "5 -l^vJ)A ^^-M'^S^t^^-^:'^ ii6 GOOD NIGHT, ^lY DOLLIKS Good night, my dollies ; I'm Qfoinof to bed ; ^M}' long and short prayer And my ^vish I have said ; I've kissed my mama And papa good night. And in just a few whiles They will put out the light. ,^^. }^ ,i 'E.,i»^ >vjt?r 117 So, then, you must hurry ; Oh ! be quick, if you please ; But wait just a minute. For I've got to sneeze. I must have caught cold. And there, well now, I've lost all my kisses, I can't tell you how ; And only one hug Is left for you all. Oh, yes, I forgot, I just had a fall ; I fell so hard. Right down on the floor, I was sick to myself An hour or more. ii8 I was reaching for kisses And a little tight hug For mama and papa, From a stool on the rug Right side of the bed, Where I keep them all On some wee little pegs Way up on the wall. IIQ The reason \vh_\- I hang them so high, Is just because Some were stolen one day. They Avere taken by you, — So I heard the cook say. There, now I have more ; But you can't have them all, 'Cause they are so big And you are so small. Now don't be afraid 'Cause I'm going to bed, For I'll hear if you cry For vour milk or vour bread. Of course you won't hear me When I'm fast asleep, 'Cause then I don't move ; I'm sure that I keep Just as still, just as still, Why, now let me think, — = Just as still as Fritzie When he got the ink On my very best apron. That I left on the chair Right close to the table ; He climbed up there And got his black nose All covered with ink, And then, would you think ! 124 He wiped it off dry On my apron and dress ; I know that he did, For I made him 'fess. And now I want That each one of you Shall tell me all And tell me true The naughty things That you've done to-day ; And then your prayer I wish you to say. But, oh deary me ! T hear mama call, And you really can't have Any kisses at all. Yes, dear mama, I'm coming, Right down through the hall. 125 126 Hi7 S9 \> . r . o. Vn ,0^ .s V A. v-^^ ^^'^- A"" . V^^ v-^^ ^^'\ HECKMAN IXJ BINDERY INC. |§| iftx DEC 88 fSLiJfP N. MANCHESTER,