Silly little Mary,
Sulking all the day,
While the other children
Run about and play.
Silly little Mary
Wears a peevish look,
When she sees the others
Laughing at the brook.
Silly little Mary,
Will not skip or swing,
Won't at puss-in-corner play,
Won't do anything.
Silly little Mary
Hides behind the bank,
In among the roots and weeds,
All so thick and rank.
Mary hears a footstep
O'er the velvet moss,
Sees a roguish little face
It is Willie Ross.
I have found you, Mary.
Won't you come play too?
And with cheeks all crimsoned,
Whispers--I love you.
Ah! but love has conquered
Fall the tears like rain,
Then our little Mary
Is herself again.
Where are sulks and tears now?
All are fled away.
And our little Mary
Will both laugh and play.
[Illustration: A Naughty Sulky Boy.]
[Page 60--Naughtiness Land]
[Illustration: A Bad-Tempered Girl.]