Marigold Garden. Greenaway Kate

told us—oh, so often—

      How little girls and boys,

      In the good days when she was young,

      Never made any noise.

      She said they never wished then

      To play—oh, indeed!

      They learnt to sew and needlework,

      Or else to write and read.

      She said her mother never let

      Her speak a word at meals;

      "But now," said Grandmamma, "you'd think

      That children's tongues had wheels

      "So fast they go—clack, clack, clack, clack;

      Now listen well, I pray,

      And let me see you both improve

      From what I've said to-day."

      TO MYSTERY LAND

      Oh, dear, how will it end?

      Peggy and Susie how naughty you are.

      You little know where you are,

      Going so far, and so high,

      Nearly up to the sky.

      Perhaps it's a Giant who lives there,

      And perhaps it's a lovely Princess.

      But you very well know

      You've no business to go;

      You'll get yourselves into a mess.

      Oh, dear, I'm sure it is true;

      Whatever on earth can it matter to you?

      For you know it—oh, fie—

      That it's naughty to pry

      Into other's affairs—

      Into other folks houses to go,

      Where you know

      You're not asked.

      So you'd better come back

      While there's time, it is plain.

      Go home—and be never

      So naughty again.

      FROM MARKET

      Oh who'll give us Posies,

      And Garlands of Roses,

      To twine round our heads so gay?

      For here we come bringing