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as all cover'd with snow one day, And two little sisters were busy at play, When a snow-bird was sitting close by on a tree, And merrily singing his chick-a-de-de, Chick-a-de-de, Chick-a-de-de, And merrily singing his chick-a-de-de. [Illustration: THE SISTERS AND THE SNOW-BIRD] II. He had not been singing that tune very long, Ere Emily heard him, so loud was his song.-- "O sister! look out of the window," said she; "Here's a dear little bird, singing chick-a-de-de. Chick-a-de-de, &c. III. "Poor fellow! he walks in the snow and the sleet, And has neither stockings nor shoes on his feet; I pity him so! how cold he must be! And yet he keeps singing his chick-a-de-de. Chick-a-de-de, &c. IV. "If I were a barefooted snow-bird, I know I would not stay out in the cold and the snow.-- I wonder what makes him so full of his glee; He's all the time singing that chick-a-de-de. Chick-a-de-de, &c. V. "O mother! do get him some stockings and shoes, And a nice little frock, and a hat, if he choose; I wish he'd come into the parlor, and see How warm we would make him, poor chick-a-de-de." Chick-a-de-de, &c. VI. The bird had flown down for some pieces of bread, And heard every word little Emily said; "How queer I would look hi that dress!" thought he; And he laughed, as he warbled his chick-a-de-de. Chick-a-de-de, &c. VII. "I'm grateful," he said, "for the wish you express, But I've no occasion for such a fine dress; I had rather remain with my limbs all free, Than to hobble about, singing chick-a-de-de. Chick-a-de-de, &c. VIII. "There is ONE, my dear child, tho' I cannot tell who, Has clothed me already, and warm enough too-- Good morning! O, who are so happy as we?"-- And away he went, singing his chick-a-de-de. Chick-a-de-de, &c. EDGAR AND WILLIAM; OR HOW TO AVOID A QUARREL. "Here! lend me your knife, Bill; I've left mine in the house," said Edgar Harris to his younger brother. He spoke in a rude voice, and his manner was imperative. "No, I won't! Go and get your own knife," replied William, in a tone quite as ungracious as that in which the request, or rather command, had been made. "I don't wish to go into the house. Give me your knife, I say. I only want it for a minute." "I never
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