“I have a little storybook;
I love to read it too;
It tells about the fairy folk,
And what they say and do,
“And how they sleep in lily bells
And scare away the bees,
And visit birdies in their nest,
And do just what they please.”
[Illustration]
“WHO IS MY NEIGHBOR?”
Said a little girl: “It is easy enough to remember that the old woman
who lives down in the Row is my neighbor, for she is very poor and lives
in a poor house, and when I carry her things mamma sends she says,
‘Bless you, my little lady;’ but it isn’t so easy to remember that my
own grandma is my neighbor when she wants me to run up stairs after her
spectacles, or hold some yarn for her just when I’m playing.”
[Illustration:
The Man with the Gridiron Collar.
]
[Illustration:
Five O’clock Tea.
]
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