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Danger
Willie. "Hi, there, Kelly! don't let Tommy come over here, he might get run over; there's a train going by."
Grandmamma
MY Grandmamma was cross to-day.
And really very rude:
She would not let me out to play
Until I took my food.
'Twas horrid tapioca, and
I had to stuff it down—
I'm sure I've got far more to stand
Than any boy in town.
I made a row (oh, can't I bawl!),
And every one looked sad.
Oh, ain't you sorry for us all
When Grandmamma is bad?
Of course, she isn't always so—
You must not think she is.
She's often kind and nice, I know,
To me and sister Liz.
She gives us sweets and toys and books,
And does not always try
To frighten us with angry looks
And silly words like "fie!"
Then Liz is quiet as a mouse,
And I do all I should—
Oh, what a difference in the house
When Grandmamma is good!
The Beautiful One
THE stars are very beautiful,
I think, and so are trees,
And flowers are, and kittens too,
And baby calves, and bees,
And all those pretty, shiny webs
The little spiders spun,—
But oh, I think my mother is
The beautifulest one.
