A TREASURY OF STORIES, JINGLES AND RHYMES.

These four little women are growing too fast; that is
all the fault anybody can find with them.

Aunt Bess says there is only one thing to do about it.
And she is going to do it!

They have had a tea-party, on her piazza; where the
white roses climb on the lattice. The pitcher of tea-kettle
tea is empty, and the goodies are all eaten, and now for
ithe picture! Za¢ will not let them grow, after to-day.
Here they shall stay, so little—so big. :

Now if there were a market, really and truly, where a
Mr. Cupid was selling such Peaches and Cream, which one
of these would you like to buy, little boy? Wahzsper, no
one shall hear!

Agatha, with the slate, would tease you to make pictures,
all day. :

Dorothy would perhaps get crying for her mamma and
the Cream would be a/most¢ sour.

Constance would make a “ Little Boy Blue” of you, or a
“Jack the Giant-killer;” you must always be playing you
are somebody else, when Constance is the mistress.

And Mabel is so fond of cutting! Your hair and your
kite, and your heart-strings might all be snipped before
you knew it.

Don’t be in a hurry, dear little man, to get this kind of
Peaches and Cream. Be v-e-r-y sure which kind you really
want. Then wait till you have a nice place all your own
to put one in; a place to lock up; and there will be only
one key, and you will carry that safely in your heart.

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