HENRY AND HIS SISTER.

Said Henry, one day, As from school he came in, “Don’t you think, sister dear, A good boy I have been, Such a beautiful book to have gained? “Just look at these pictures, The bird on the tree, These lambs in the meadow, This flower, and this bee, With its honey from blossoms obtained. “And here is a story, And here is a song; Let me read the story, It won’t take me long;” And so the nice story he read. “Oh, what a nice story!” And little Jane’s smile Played on her face, Like a sunbeam, awhile— “I’m so glad you were good!” then she said.