Waiting for Tea.

Molly and I have quarrelled;

She isn't nice at all;

She will not let me have her doll,

So she shan't have my ball.

Molly is disagreeable,

And she began it too;

She called me first “a silly,”

And I said, “So are you!”

Molly is standing sulking;

She's dreadful cross with me.

I wish we hadn't fought, 'cause then

We'd give the dolls their tea.

I know the dolls are hungry,

But Molly turns away....

I wonder, if I kissed her,

If she'd forgive and play?

“Are you still angry, Molly?”

“No,” she begins to smile.

“Now come and play with the dollies;

They're waiting all this while.”

C. M. Hammill.

The Nursery Express.