king-Glass River
XXXVI Fairy Bread
XXXVII From a Railway Carriage
XXXVIII Winter-Time
XXXIX The Hayloft
XL Farewell to the Farm
XLI North-West Passage
1. Good-Night
2. Shadow March
3. In Port

The Child Alone

I The Unseen Playmate
II My Ship and I
III My Kingdom
IV Picture-Books in Winter
V My Treasures
VI Block City
VII The Land of Story-Books
VIII Armies in the Fire
IX The Little Land

Garden Days

I Night and Day
II Nest Eggs
III The Flowers
IV Summer Sun
V The Dumb Soldier
VI Autumn Fires
VII The Gardener
VIII Historical Associations

Envoys

I To Willie and Henrietta
II To My Mother
III To Auntie
IV To Minnie
V To My Name-Child
VI To Any Reader

A Child's Garden of Verses

I
Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night
And dress by yellow candle-light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.

I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet
Still going past me in the street.

And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?

II
A Thought

It is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and drink,
With little children saying grace
In every Christian kind of place.

III
At the Sea-Side

When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.

IV
Young Night-Thought

All night long and every night,
When my mama puts out the light,
I see the people marching by,
As plain as day before my