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I fink they fought I was going to die.
I fought so, too.
Main ilia said I was goiil’ to be a little cherub, but I fought I \vA^
goinJ to be awful sick. Nurse said T was goin1 to be a cherub, too--
then she went to put a nu sizar mustard plaster on. I didn't want her
to, and she called me somefing else* I guess that was 'cause J I rev,
the mustard plaster in her face. I don't want to be a cherub anyway;
I’d rather be little Tommie for a while yet.
But T won't 'moke any more.
I guess mamma was right Maybe I'm sumfin’ like a window cui
fain. fMokin’ isn't good for me.

THE ROBIN=REDBRE ASTS.

T W O robin redb resists built their nests
Within a hollow tree;
The hen sat quietly at home*
Her mate sang merrily;
And all the little young ones said :
"Wee, wee, wee, wee, wee, wee*”

One day (the sun was warm and bright.
And shining in the sky)
Cock-robin said : “ My little dears,
'Tis time you learned to fly;^
And all the little young ones said,
“ I ’ll try, 111 try, 111 try.”

I know a child— and who she is
I’ll tell you by and by—
When mamma says "D o this,” or "that,”
She says : Lf What for ? ” and 11 W hy ? ”
She’d be a better child by far
If she would say : 'T ’ll try ”
A u n t E f f j h ’s R hy m es