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Toddlekius  cried  in  a  tone  of awe,
                                           Watching  the  lost  grains  go—
                                        “ Papa,  she's  planted  the wheat in  her  crawl
                                        Do  you  s'pose  it'll  sprout  and  grow?"
                                        Papa  laughed  out  til]  the  tears  filled  his  eyes;
                                        Todd’cirins joined  him,  though  lost  in  surprise ;
                                        Speoklety  cackled, " That  wheat  -zviJl grow ;
                                        It’ll  grow  into  eggs.   Don't  you  think  I  know ?”
                                                                          M rs,  M ay  M ,  A n d er so n.

                                                THR  BRAVE  LITTLE  MAID,

                                             I !M  not  afraid  of  anything/’
                                                  Cried  little  .Bessie  Brown.
                                               Who  thought herself  the  bravest  lass
                                                    Tn  all  Northampton  town.

                                           “ I  know  a  girl  who’s  scared  at  mice,
                                              'While  rats  would  make  her  shriek;
                                            I’m  not  afraid  of  rats, not  I,
                                               I  love  to  hear  them  squeak.


                                          “ And  look  at  Cousin  John  !  it  makes
                                               Me  laugh  to  see  him  run
                                            When  Uncle's  turkey-cock  appears;
                                               It  is   greatest  full !

                                           "  I'm  not  afraid  of  turkey-cocks,
                                               Although  they  gobble  so.
                                             I’m  not afraid  or  anything ;
                                               Ru!;,  then.  I'm  brave,  you  know  ! ”

                                             One  day this  hearty  little  maid
                                               To  see  her  granny  went,
                                             A   well-filled  basket  on  her  a?'tii
                                               With  gifts  by  mother  sent.
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