Till I saw it was almost the time for the show,
For I heard the clocks striking all over the town,
And I knew that the dollies would all be run down.

And so I just said, "I should s'pose, Mrs. Black,
Your little girl wonders why don't you come back."
That's all that I spoke, every 'dentical word;
But she said, "Little girls should be seen and not heard."

I guess that's a proverb, so maybe 'tis true;
But, if people won't see, what can little girls do?
My mamma looked queer, but that ended the call,
And we went to the Dollies' Bazaar, after all.



BERTIE'S CORN-POPPER

Bertie had the desire of his heart,--a corn-popper! He had wanted
it for a long time,--three weeks, at least. Mamma brought it when
she came home from the city, and gave it to him for his very own.
A bushel of corn, ready popped, would not have been half so good.
There was all the delight of popping in store for the long winter
evenings.

Bertie could hardly wait to eat his supper before he tried his
corn-popper. It proved to be a very good one. He popped corn that
evening, and the next, and the next. He fed all the family, gave
some to all his playmates, and carried a bag of pop-corn to
school for his teacher.