"Are you going next week to see Phillis and Phoebe? Phillis on Monday will be just fourteen. She says we shall all have our tea in the garden, And afterwards have some nice games on the green. "I wanted a new frock, but mother said, 'No,' So I must be content with my old one you see. But then white is so pretty, and kind Aunt Matilda Has sent down a beautiful necklace for me." "Oh, yes, I am going, and Peggy is going, And mother is making us new frocks to wear; I shall have my red sash and my hat with pink ribbons— I know all the girls will be smart who are there. "And then, too, we're going to each take a nosegay— The larger the better—for Phillis to say That all her friends love her, and wish her so happy, And bring her sweet flowers upon her birthday. "And won't it be lovely, in beautiful sunshine, The table spread under the great apple tree, To see little Phillis—that dear little Phillis— Look smiling all round as she pours out the tea!"

THE LITTLE QUEEN'S COMING

With Roses—red Roses, We'll pelt her with Roses, And Lilies—white Lilies we'll drop at her feet; The little Queen's coming, The people are running— The people are running to greet and to meet. Then clash out a welcome, Let all the bells sound, come, To give her a welcoming proud and sweet. How her blue eyes will beam, And her golden curls gleam, When the sound of our singing rings down the street.

ON THE WALL TOP

Dancing and prancing to town we go, On the top of the wall of the town we go. Shall we talk to the stars, or talk to the moon, Or run along home to our dinner so soon?

ON THE WALL TOP

So high—so high on the wall we run, The nearer the sky—why, the nearer the sun, If you give me one penny, I'll give you two, For that's the way good neighbours do.

TIP-A-TOE

Tip-a-Toe, See them go; One, two, three— Chloe, Prue, and me; Up and down, To the town. A Lord was there, And the Lady fair. And what did they sing? Oh, "Ring-a-ding-ding;" And the Black Crow flew off With the Lady's Ring.

MAMMAS AND BABIES

"My Polly is so very good, Belinda never cries; My Baby often goes to sleep, See how she shuts her eyes. "Dear Mrs. Lemon tell me when Belinda goes to school; And what time does she go to bed?" "Well, eight o'clock's the rule. "But now and then, just for a treat, I let her wait awhile; You shake your head—why, wouldn't you? Do look at Baby's smile!" "Dear Mrs. Primrose will you come One day next week to tea? Of course bring Rosalinda, and That darling—Rosalie." "Dear Mrs. Cowslip, you are kind; My little folks, I know, Will be so very pleased to come; Dears—tell Mrs. Cowslip so. "Oh, do you know—perhaps you've not heard— She had a dreadful fright; My Daisy with the measles Kept me up every night. "And then I've been so worried— Clarissa had a fit; And the doctor said he couldn't In the least account for it."

MY LITTLE GIRLIE

Little girlie tell to me What your wistful blue eyes see? Why you like to stand so high, Looking at the far off sky. Does a tiny Fairy flit In the pretty blue of it? Or is it that you hope so soon To see the rising yellow Moon? Or is it—as I think I've heard— You're looking for a little Bird To come and sit upon a spray, And sing the summer night away?

THE CATS HAVE COME TO TEA

What did she see—oh, what did she see, As she stood leaning against the tree? Why all the Cats had come to tea. What a fine turn out—from round about, All the houses had let them out, And here they were with scamper and shout. "Mew—mew—mew!" was all they could say, And, "We hope we find you well to-day." Oh, what should she do—oh, what should she do? What a lot of milk they would get through; For here they were with "Mew—mew—mew!" She didn't know—oh, she didn't know, If bread and butter they'd like or no; They might want little mice, oh! oh! oh! Dear me—oh, dear me, All the cats had come to tea.

THE TEA PARTY

In the pleasant green Garden We sat down to tea; "Do you take sugar?" and "Do you take milk?" She'd got a new gown on— A smart one of silk. We all were so happy As happy could be, On that bright Summer's day When she asked us to tea.

UNDER ROSE ARCHES

Under Rose Arches to Rose Town— Rose Town on the top of the hill; For the Summer wind blows and music goes, And the violins sound shrill. Twist and twine Roses and Lilies, And little leaves green, Fit for a queen; Twist and twine Roses and Lilies. Oh, Roses shall be for her carpet, And her curtains of Roses so fair; And a Rosy crown, while far adown Floats her long golden hair. Twist and twine Roses and Lilies, And all the bells ring, And all the people sing; Twist and twine Roses and Lilies.

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