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Now I shall tell you what be-fell Tom-my Carr an-other day. He went with his father to get grass for the cows that lived in a shed at the farm. Get-ting in-to the cart he rode off, and brave Din-go ran on be-fore, mak-ing fun-ny gam-bols on the road.
As Tom-my was help-ing to rake the grass, a lark dart-ed from its nest, and soared up in-to the sky a-bove him. The eggs looked so pret-ty when Tom-my bent down to them that he wished to take them to the farm to let Nell-ie see them too. "What harm in let-ting sis-ter see them?" He was not long a-way, but, a-las, the eggs were cold-er in his hands than un-der the lark, and so the lit-tle ones in them were killed.
The lark sat long try-ing to hatch them, but had to for-sake her task at last.
Hey! did-dle, did-dle,
The cat and the fid-dle,
The cow jumped o-ver the moon,
Ride to the mar-ket to buy a fat pig, Home a-gain, home a-gain, jig-get-y jig! Ride to the market to buy a fat hog, Home a-gain, home again, jog-get-y jog!
Ro-ver and I go out for a run;
Dog-gies and boys like a romp in the
As by the gar-den gate we pass,
What should we see but the ped-lar's
Ro-ver runs off with a loud bow-wow,
Down in the lane he has seen a
Tak-ing a peep at my rab-bits, I then
Scat-ter some oats for my own pet
O-ver the fields next we race with a will,
Past the white lamb-kins, past the
Then to the farm-yard slow-ly we jog,
End-ing the ram-ble of me and my
Tom-my Carr went for grass for the ) with his fa-ther.
fa-ther had filled the cart Tom-my saw
in the field a (
) nest. Run-ning
home to tell Nell-ie, he held the ( ) in his hand till she met him.
flan-nel name a-sleep gift dear nice wak-en came pic-tures birth near nurse
Lot-tie was sit-ting one day a-mong a row of girls when Ro-sa ran up to
her, look-ing very hap-py. Had Ro-sa got an-oth-er doll or a pic-ture-book as a birth-day gift? No, she had got what she loved far more. "Oh! Lottie," she says, "I have got a ba-by broth-er. Pa-pa told Tom and me this morn-ing God had sent him, and took us in to see him. He was a-sleep on nurse's lap, covered up with flan-nel. Tom and I went in on tip-toe. When we got near him, nurse told us to keep still and not wak-en the dear pet."
"What is to be your ba-by's name?" "It is to be Will-ie; isn't that a nice name? I shall make such a pet of him."
I'll sing you a song: the days are long;
There was a crook-ed man,
And he went a crook-ed mile;
He bought a crook-ed cat,
Which caught a crook-ed mouse;
In a lit-tle crook-ed house.
The Cock cries "Cock-a-doo-dle-doo!"
Stay you still, Sam-my, don't start or
stir from your stool. Step out, Bill, and