Part 2 — A FAIR EXCHANGE.

"Oh, Willow, where did you get your fringe, In New York or in Paris? Tell me, and I will get some too, Because I am an heiress; And I buy me everything I want; I have a ring and a feather; I promenade in my white kid boots Each day in pleasant weather." "Oh, little one, where did you get the pink, In your pretty, round cheek glowing? And where did you get the yellow curls, Over your shoulders flowing? Perhaps you can tell me how they are made; If you think so, darling, try it; And when you succeed, I'll tell you about My fringe, and where to buy it."