MY POSSESSIONS

I'm a rich man,
If ever there was one:
I've a horse and an apple,
And both are my own.

But some others might wish
Such fine presents to keep;
So I'll take them to bed,
To hold while asleep.

And when in the morning
I wake up once more,
I've my toy and my apple,
To me a rich store.

THE WAKE-UP STORY[G]

BY EUDORA S. BUMSTEAD

The sun was up and the breeze was blowing, and the five chicks, and four
geese, and three rabbits, and two kitties, and one little dog were just
as noisy and lively as they knew how to be.

They were all watching for Baby Ray to appear at the window, but he was
still fast asleep in his little white bed, while mamma was making ready
the things he would need when he would wake up.

First, she went along the orchard path as far as the old wooden pump,
and said: "Good pump, will you give me some nice, clear water for the
baby's bath?"

And the pump was willing.

The good old pump by the orchard path
Gave nice, clear water for the baby's bath.

Then she went a little further on the path, and stopped at the woodpile,
and said: "Good chips, the pump has given me nice, clear water for dear
Baby Ray; will you come and warm the water and cook his food?"

And the chips were willing.

The good old pump by the orchard path
Gave nice clear water for the baby's bath.
And the clean white chips from the pile of wood
Were glad to warm it and cook his food.

So mamma went on till she came to the barn, and then said: "Good cow,
the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the woodpile has given me
clean, white chips for dear little Ray; will you give me warm, rich
milk?"

And the cow was willing.

Then she said to the top-knot hen that was scratching in the straw:
"Good Biddy, the pump has given me nice, clear water, and the woodpile
has given me clean, white chips, and the cow has given me warm, rich
milk for dear little Ray; will you give me a new-laid egg?"

And the hen was willing.

The good old pump by the orchard path
Gave nice, clear water for the baby's bath.
The clean, white chips from the pile of wood
Were glad to warm it and cook his food.
The cow gave milk in the milk-pail bright,
And the top-knot Biddy an egg new and white.

Then mamma went on till she came to the orchard, and said to a Red June
apple tree: "Good tree, the