LITTLE ONES AT HOME. 67

————— OO re eee

 

; OQ
Ah, there they are. You pretty things!
Now, don’t you run away ;
I’m come on purpose, with mamma,
To see you this fine day.

| What pretty little heads you’ve got,
And such good-natured eyes ;

| That ruff of wool all round your necks,
How nicely curled it lies.

 

Come here, my little lambkin, come
| And lick my hand—now do:

| How silly to be so afraid,

Indeed I wont hurt you.