ON ARBOR DAY.
Reading edition
“Let’s plant a baby tree,” said Bob, To little sister Bess; “And then we’ll have a great big tree, When we grow up, I guess.” “O, yes,” cried Bess, “a sugar tree, A maple-sugar tree; To bear sweet sticks and hearts and rounds, As thick as thick can be!” “And I will plant an oak,” laughed Bob (A “squirrel-tooth” had he), “For cups and saucers for your dolls, And nuts to crack for me!”
P. S. C.
“SORRY-BOY.”
Little “Sorry-Boy”—bless his tender heart! In this world he truly does his part. Every hot day “Sorry-Boy” comes out, Pumps a great big cool wet shower about, Makes a splendid splatter and a splash, For the chicks and shaggy old dog Dash: For such pitying acts there came To this little boy his name!
M. D.