GRAN'MA'S STITCHES.
Reading edition
BY MRS. A. E. THOMAS.
"Hush, dear," said mamma, while busy at play Were three little mischievous witches; Little Charley and Lulu, and sweet baby May, "Hush! Gran'ma is counting her stitches. "Don't chatter so loud. Ah, see her lips move, To wreathe in that smile which enriches Your own lives and mine, my dear little elves; Ah, hear her now counting her stitches. "See her pearly white ball, and her soft bordered cap, With little blue bows in the niches, And the sheath for her glasses that lie on her lap, While she's busily counting her stitches." The bright summer sped, and the beautiful snow Came falling, and filling the ditches, When warm little toes, wrapped in soft woollen hose, Showed that grandma had counted her stitches.