DAN AND DIMPLE, AND HOW THEY QUARRELLED.

O begin in things quite simple
Quarrels scarcely ever fail—
And they fell out, Dan and Dimple,
All about a horse’s tail!

So that by and by the quarrel

Quite broke up and spoiled their play—
Danny said the tail was sorrel,

Dimple said that it was gray !

“Gray I” said Danny, “ you are simple!
Just as gray as mother’s shawl,

And that’s red!” Said saucy Dimple,
“Yow re a fool, and that is all !”

Then the sister and the brother—
As indeed they scarce could fail,

In such anger, struck each other—
All about the horse’s tail!

“ Red!” cried Dimple, speaking loudly,
“ How you play at fast and loose!”
“Yes,” said Danny, still more proudly,
“When I’m playing with a goose!”

Tn between them came the mother—
“ What is all this fuss about ?”
Then the:sister and the brother
Told the story, out and out.
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