A funny thing I heard to-day,
I might as well relate.
Our Lil is six, and little May
Still lacks a month of eight.
And, through the open play-room door,
I heard the elder say:
"Lil, run downstairs and get my doll;
Go quick, now--right away!"
And Lillie said--(and I agreed
That May was hardly fair):--
"You might say 'please,' or go yourself--
I didn't leave it there."
"But, Lillie," urged the elder one,
"Your little legs, you know,
Are younger than mine are, child,
And so you ought to go!"