196 LITTLE JUSTINE,

And he does not like to be led away
From his mother’s side in the early day ;
Where the little maid’s feet so lightly go,
He veers about and he trots so slow.

He’d say, if only the power had he,

“ Justine, why couldn’t you let me be?
I'd rather go back at once, if you please,
To yonder barn by the poplar trees.”

 

 

But little Justine with a merry laugh

Cries, “ Hurry, my beautiful bossy calf!

You will have nothing to do all day

But to sleep and to eat and to frisk and to play.

‘Tis a lovely place I shall tether you in,
There are many there of your kith and kin:
You'll not be lonesome, there’s plenty to eat,
You must learn to nibble the grass so sweet.”” —

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

WITH THE PRETTIEST BOSSY THAT EVER WAS SEEN.

“O milk is good and clover is tough,

And I haven’t begun to have breakfast enough :
And I know the pasture you lead me to

Is cold and wet with the frosty dew.”

The wind blows her pretty blue cloak away
From her scarlet skirt and her apron gray,
And ruffles the mass of her yellow hair,

And kisses her cheeks that are rosy and fair,

And she looks so charming and blithe and gay

As she trips so carelessly down the way!

But the bossy hangs back, and “O dear,” thinks he,
* Justine, how I wish you would let me be!”