LITTLE ONES AT HOME.

 

IDLE ANNA.
Oh, Anna, this will never do,

This work is sadly done, my dear ;
And then so little of it, too—

You have not taken pains, I fear.

 

 

 

 

Oh, nd, your work has been forgotten ;

Indeed, you hardly thought of that:
I saw you roll your spool of cotton
About the floor, to please the cat.