[Illustration: Girl Stealing Treacle.]

Girl Stealing Treacle

This is Nelly Pilfer;
I'll tell you what she earned
By stealing off the treacle
When Mary's back was turned.

They caught the greedy Nelly
With treacle on her hand,
They put her in the corner,
And there they made her stand.

The Girl who Soiled her Clothes

Little Polly Flinders,
Sat among the cinders,
Warming her pretty toes;
Her mother came and caught her,
And scolded her little daughter,
For spoiling her nice new clothes.

The Greedy Little Girl

I knew a greedy little girl,
Who all day long did roar;
Whatever toys were given her,
She always wanted more.

Five dolls she had--one was black,
A ball and battledore,
But held them all so very tight,
The roar'd and scream'd for more.

Now this was wicked of the child,
As everyone must own;
So for the whole of one long day
They shut her up alone.

The Girl Who Played with Fire

Mamma, a little girl I met,
Had such a scar, I can't forget!
All down her arms and neck and face;
I could not bear to see the place.

Poor little girl! and don't you know
The shocking trick that made her so?
'Twas all because she went and did
A thing her mother had forbid.

For once, when nobody was by her,
This silly child would play with fire;
And long before her mother came,
Her pinafore was all in flame.

In vain she tried to put it out,
Till all her clothes were burnt about;
And then she suffer'd ten times more,
All over with a dreadful sore.

For many months before 'twas cured,
Both day and night the pain endured;
And still you see, when passing by her,
How sad it is to play with fire.

Little Miss Consequence

Little Miss Consequence strutted about,
Turned up her nose, pointed her toes,
And thought herself quite a grand person, no doubt.
Gave herself airs; took many cares,
To appear old; was haughty and cold.
She spoke to the servants like a dog or a cat
And fussed about this, and fussed about that.

The Vulgar Little Lady

"But, mamma, now," said Charlotte, "pray don't you believe
That I'm better than Jenny my nurse?
Only see my red shoes, and the lace on my sleeve;
Her clothes are a thousand times worse.

"I ride in my coach, and have nothing to do.
And the country folks stare at me so;
And nobody dares to