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MISS  LAUGH  AND  MISS  FRET,

                                                 C   RIES  little  Miss  Fret,
                                                        In  a  very  great p et:
                                       " I   hate  tiiis  warm  weather;  it's  horrid  to  tan,
                                                     Tt  scorches  my  nose,
                                                     And  blisters  my  toes.
                                         And  wherever 1  go,  I  must carry a  fan/'

                                                     Chirps little  Miss  Laugh :
                                                   IJ Why,  i  couldiVt tell  half
                                         The  fun  I  am  having this  bright summer  day.
                                                     I  sing through  the hours,
                                                     I  cull pretty flowers,
                                         Alld  ride  like  a  queen  on  the  Sweet  sm elling  liay,J>



                                                      SANTA’S  SECRET.




                                            The  stockings  TVe hung  by the fire
                                              Are  for  me— Hot  mamma, you know,
                                      For  mine  are  so  awfully  little,
                                         Dear  Santa  Claus,  don't  you  see?
                                      And  I  want,  O!  so  many pi ay things,
                                         They won’t  hold  enough for  me.

                                      So  I  want you  to surely  remember
                                         And  fill  these  as full  as  you  can \
                                      'Cause I  haven't  been very naughty,
                                         And— you're  such  a  nice,  kind  man !
                                      I’d  ^kc  a  live  doll,  if you  please,  sir,
                                         That  can  talk  and call  me  “ mamma/*
                                      Not  one that  is  fall  of old sawdust,
                                         As  all  my  other  dolls  arc.
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