DOWN TO ST. IVES.
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AS I went down to St. Ives I met seven wives. Each wife had seven sacks; Each sack, seven cats; Each cat, seven kits; Kits, cats, Sacks, wives, How many went down to St. Ives? Ans.—One; the rest came from there.
She saw them weigh the baby, and nothing then would do, But she must knot a handkerchief and weigh her kitty, too. “Oh, mamma, come and look!” she cried; “you mustn’t speak or laugh! My darling little kitty weighs a dollar and a half!”