Litchfield Enquirer

FOR THE LITTLE ONES.
BY AUNT FANNY.

Come, listen to me, now Johnny and Sue,
I've a little story to tell to you,
About a brother and sister at play
By a pleasant fire one cold winter day.

He was building a house for doll so pretty,
With rosy cheeks and hair so jetty;
Then Kate came dancing and let her gown
Spring against his blocks, and the house fell down;

Then Henry, for that was her brother's name,
Struck his sister a blow. (he was much to blame;)
But I don't think it hurt a single bit;
But it vexed and worried her, that was it.

Kate had just been singing her doll to sleep.
And the song she sung was "Little Bo Peep;"
But the blow of her brother she did not like.
(Their mother had taught them not to strike.)

So she kicked his play blocks all about,
And went to a corner to cry and pout.
And their pleasant play seemed over and gone,
When Henry spoke in a kindly tone,

"I'm sorry Kate, that I struck that blow,
I did not mean it to anger you so :
Come, let us make friends and build up tall ;"
But Kate kept her face to the papered wall,

And her rosy lips kept pouting still,
As you know some naughty rosy lips will;
At last with a voice of glee he cried,
"Put in your lips, Kate, or I'll take a ride-"

"Then I'll laugh and throw you off," said she,
And her pout went off in a laugh of glee,
So they both went back to their pleasant play,
As good children should on that cold winter day.