Part 2

“Oh how naughty,” said her papa, “Does my girl act so? This is not my Molly, surely, She has gone I know.”

“Tell me where’s my little daughter? Won’t she be here soon?” Then across the table, Molly Threw her fork and spoon.

“Take away this girl,” said Papa, “To the corner quick,” “You had better not,” said Molly, “I will scream and kick.”

Molly, Molly, naughty Molly, There she had to stay, Till her papa ate his supper, Then he went away.

Then, poor, sorry Molly whispered, “If you only would, Let me come out now, dear mama ’Deed I will be good.”

SOON BE READY.

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Now Malcolm will soon be quite ready To go see his grandmama dear, I know she will be very happy To have her wee baby so near.

And what will he take to his grandma? Says he, “Nursey, what shall I take?” “And what would you like to?” says nursey, Says Malcolm, “I’ll take her a cake.”

“I fear you will eat it,” says nursey; Says Malcolm, “I ’fraid I will too; Then maybe I’ll take her some candy, I think candy’s nicer, don’t you?”

“Can’t you think of anything better?” Says he, “Then I’ll take her a fiss,” “Oh, fishes aren’t nice, are they, Malcolm?” Says he, “Then I’ll take her a kiss.”

SELFISHNESS.

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Two cakes has Clarence, and Carrie has none, Isn’t that too bad? She ought to have one. Oh selfish Clarence, say what shall we do? Both cakes I think should be taken from you.

How would you like it, if Carrie should take Both of them from you, and leave you no cake? How would you like it if mama should say, Carrie shall have all the cookies to-day?

Be generous babies, ’tis better by far, There’s so much more love for you, dears, when you are, You want to be loved, don’t you, darlings? Well then, Don’t grow up to be selfish women and men.

SO TIRED.

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P’ease come mama to your baby, I so tired what to do, ’Tant find any one to take me, No one loves me nice like ’oo.

Don’t know how to fix my horsey, Want my bib, and b’ead and mi’k, I so s’eepy, I so hung’y, Wiss you’d come and take me quick.

Me don’t like to ’tay wiss ’Mely, Wiss my mama wouldn’t ’tay, Don’t want her to leave her baby Any more so all ’e day.

GOOD-NIGHT, MAMA.

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Please, dear mama, one kiss—no, two— Ah, dear mama, we do love you. Dear little ones, that hate to go, Saying “Mama, we love you so. Good-night, mama.”

Soft little arms that clasp so tight, Soft rosy lips that kiss good-night, Quite bare feet that patter to bed, When at last the babies have said Good-night, mama.

NOW I LAY ME.

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Folded hands so soft and white, Baby kneels at mama’s knee; Gleams the flick’ring firelight On his face and golden hair. “Ev’rybody hush,” says he, “Baby wants to say his prayer.”

“Now I lay me down to sleep, Tell me if I say it right, I can’t ’member ‘soul to keep’; I’m so sleepy on my knees, I can only say to-night, God bless ev’rybody please.”

GOOD-NIGHT.

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In the sky the stars are peeping, And the moon is shining bright, O’er the world a watch they’re keeping; Babies dear, Good-night!

Downy baby birds are resting Hidden safely from the light, Under mother’s wings they’re nesting, Baby birds, Good-night!

Little lambs are warm and quiet, Little lammies, soft and white, With their mothers close beside them, Baby lambs, Good-night.

Bees and butterflies are sleeping, Folded wings no more take flight Folded they, until the morrow, Butterflies, Good-night.

Baby buds have gently wrapped them In their tinted petals bright, Shut their eyes, the wind will rock them. Baby buds, Good-night.

Over all the dear good angels, Holy angels, pure and white, Watch the little ones that slumber, Babies all, Good-night.

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