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A  MERCANTILE  TRANSACTION.

                            A     POUND  of ju m p s!''  and  I  looked  in  surprise
                                    A t  little  black  Rose  with  her shining eyes.


                            " A   pound  of jumps !— my  mother  said
                             A  pound  of jumps/1  and  she  nodded  her  head.


                            *' But,  my  dear,  we've  flour, and  sugar  in  lumps,
                             And  peanuts,  but never  a  pound  of jumps.

                             With  walnuts  and  chestnuts  and  corn that  pops— ”
                            " O,  O!  1  forgot  i  it's  a  pound  of  hops! :I
                                                                    F kanu*s  A.  H u m ph rey.



                                             “  PLANTING ”  WHEAT.

                              S   PE C K L E T V   flew  from  the haymow  dim
                                     Begging  for  something- to  eat;
                                  Chanticleer  crowed,  hut  she  walked past  him
                                    Straight  to  Miss  Toddlekins’  feel.
                                  " Listen,  Miss  Dimple!  IVe  laid  you  an eg'g !
                                  Give  me  some  torn  or some wheat,  T  beg!
                                  There’s  plenty around.   Don’t you  think  T know ?
                                  And  the  egg in  ihe  haymow's  white  as  snow."


                                  Toddlekins’  apron  was  filled  with  wheat,
                                    The  best  of the  winter’s  store.
                                  It  was  not  to  play  with,  and  net  to  eat,
                                    But to plant  and  to  grow  into  more,
                                  Specklety  saw  it  with  covetous  eyes;
                                  Cackled  aloud,  "1   have  found  a prize/'*
                                  Flew  to the  little  maid's  arm,  and lo  !
                                  Scattered  the wheat to  the  ground  below.
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