he carried a broom.

[Illustration:

There was an old woman tossed up in a basket,
Ninety times as high as the moon;
And where she was going I couldn't but ask it,
For in her hand she carried a broom.]

[Illustration:

Old Mother Hubbard she went to the cupboard,
To get her poor dog a bone.
When she came there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.]

Old Mother Hubbard she went to the cupboard,
To get the poor dog a bone.
When she came there the cupboard was bare,
And so the poor dog had none.

I had a little pony,
They called him Dapple Grey;
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile away.

[Illustration:

I had a little pony,
They called him Dapple Grey;
I lent him to a lady
To ride a mile away.]

[Illustration:

Pussy sits beside the fire, how can she be fair?
In walks a little doggy, "Pussy are you there?"]

Pussy sits beside the fire, how can she be fair?
In walks a little doggy, "Pussy, are you there?"

THE THREE BEARS.

[Illustration: The Three Bears take a walk.]

[Illustration: Little Silverlocks enters the Bears' dwelling.]

In a far-off country there was once a little girl, who was called
Silver-Locks, because her curly hair shone so very brightly. But she was
not so good as she was pretty, for she was a sad romp, and so restless
that she could not be kept quiet at home, and would often run out when
she was told not to do so. One day, she started off into a wood, to
gather wild flowers and to chase butterflies. She ran here, and ran
there, and went so far, at last, that she found herself in quite a
lonely place, and there she saw a snug little house, in which three
Bears lived; but they were not then at home. The door and the parlour
window being open, Silver-Locks peeped in, and soon found the place was
empty; so the saucy puss made up her mind to go in boldly, and look all
about the place, little thinking what sort of folks lived there.

Now the three Bears had gone out to take a walk, a little while before
this. The biggest of them was the Papa Bear, who had a very rough coat,
and was named Mr. Bruin. The next Bear in size was his wife, called
Mammy Muff, from her smooth skin; and the smallest of the three was
their little darling, Tiny. Before going out, Mammy Muff put the nice
soup she had made for dinner on a great chest in the parlour to cool; as
they were very hungry, they meant to be back in a