ry just to smell.

Poor Father sharpens up his knife,
And carves with all his might and main;
But long before he's had a bite
Our Willie's plate comes back again.

We eat our vegetables and meat,
For Mother, who is always right,
Says those who wish to have dessert,
Must show they have an appetite.

And when a Sunday comes around,
So very, very good we seem,
You'd think 'most any one could tell
That for dessert we'd have ice-cream.

VALOR.

BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.

There isn't any giant
Within this forest grim,
And if there were, I wouldn't be
A bit afraid of him!

A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY

BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS

My doll, my doll, my Annabel,
She's really feeling far from well!
Her wig is gone, her eyes are out,
Her legs are left somewhere about,
Her arms were stolen by the pup,
The hens ate all her sawdust up,
So all that's really left of her
Is just her clothes and character.

THE CAPITALIST.

I always buy at the lollipop-shop,
On the very first day of spring,
A bag of marbles, a spinning-top,
And a pocketful of string.

IN MERRY ENGLAND.

BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.

In merry, merry England,
In the merry month of May,
Miss Mary Ella Montague
Went out in best array.
Her wise mama called out to her,
"My darling Mary Ella,
It looks like rain to-day, my dear;
You'd best take your umbrella!"
That silly girl she paid no heed
To her dear mother's call.
She walked at least six miles that day,
And it never rained at all!

THE GOOSE GIRL.

BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS.

Oh, I'm a goose, and you're a goose, and we're all geese together.
We wander over hill and dale, all in the sweet June weather,
While wise folk stay indoors and pore
O'er dusty books for learning lore.
How glad I am--how glad you are--that we're birds of a feather:
That you're a goose, and I'm a goose, and we're all geese together!

THE PHILOSOPHER

BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS

Let me make you acquainted with Mrs. O'Toole,
Though she's had little learning, she's nobody's fool,
She loves her fine geese, but when they are dead
She'll comfort herself with a new feather bed.

EVERY-DAY VERSES

BY ALDEN ARTHUR KNIPE

PICTURES BY EMILIE BENSON KNIPE