PUSSY AND THE SNOW.
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Pussy:—born last summer— Never saw the snow Till this winter morning Just an hour ago. "Oh! what pretty lamb's-wool!" Said she; when it began To fall; "I'll go and play with it." And out-of-doors she ran. But back again, astonished, In greatest haste came she. "That is the queerest, coldest wool That ever I did see!"
OUTSIDERS. Small Boy (who has been waked up by the music at an evening party). "They are just going down to Supper. Don't you smell the Ice-Cream and Cake and things."
UNNECESSARY REQUEST. Brother on Sled. "Don't push too quickly, Alice."
