WASHING-DAY. And now we'll have to hurry 137 THE LITTLE MOTE. A LITTLE mote lived in a sunbeam, "Oh, the dust! How it keeps one a-working! It settles all over the room And the air is so full, it is folly To labor with duster and broom!" "Poor thing!" sighed the mote, "well, I'm sorry I think I'll go hide in her hair I'm such a wee speck of a dustlet WHEN I was little, When I was nobody, Felt quite a chap; Don't care a snap. THE ALPHABET. LITTLE boys with pockets, Would you master books? You must first discover How each letter looks. A has a bar Where a fairy might ride; B is a post With two loops at the side. C might be round If a piece you would lend; D is a buck-saw Standing on end. E has a peg In the middle, they say; F is an E With the bottom away. G is like C, With a block on one end; H has a seat That would hold you, depend. THE ALPHABET. I is so straight It would do for a prop; J is a crook With a bar at the top. K is a stick With a crotch fastened to it; L is a roost, If the chickens but knew it. M has four parts, As you quickly may see; N, the poor fellow! Is made out of three. O is so round It would do for a hoop; P is a stick With a top like a loop. Q to be curly Is constantly trying; R is like B, 141 |