Page 25 - Adventures of Peterkin Paul

Very stealthily making his way through the hall.
In a moment Miltiades Peterkin Paul
Pound himself in the pattlry ; and mounting a eh air
He carefully felt all along the shelf where
He knew that his grandmother kept the best jar, —
Till aL length lie cried joyfully, “ H ot here you arc! JJ
Then he climbed slowly down, and proceeded to cram
His dear little mouth full al Raspberry Jam,

But when little Miltiades Peterkin JJaul
Pound, alas: ail too soon, he had eaten it all,
He mournfully sighed, sitting there on the Hoor,
And smacked his lips softly and wished there was more.
Then again fell to scraping the jar with a spr>on
f For fie {6ulihif believe it was al! gone so soon).

L IT T L E Miltiades Peterkin Paul.
Must li ave had, I am sure, what we oftentimes
call
A ‘'very sweet tooth," — at least, certain I am
He was fond of his grandmother's Raspberry Jam,
Wliv, he often would climb to the lop pantry-shelf,
And eit al! there was in the jar by himself,
Till the good lady vowed, in her positive way.
H e should have no more Jain, for a month and a day.

Hut one winter night, when the family all
{ Including Miltiades Peterkin Paul)
In the old-fashioned kitchen were gathered together.
While the fire burned brightly— 'twas blustering
weather, —
With many a sly glance where grandma was sitting
Half-asleep in the rocking-chair over her knitting,
Our hero crept soltiy away m the ’ loam, “ There must be more of it inside,” he said. u Ah!
And presently disappeared out of the room. If I only oould get my head into this ja r !”