sa 8

ENVIOUS MINNIE.

Sometimes great tears rolled from her eyes,
Sometimes she filled the air with cries,
For days together she would fret

Because their toys she could not get.

Ah, then, how changed this pretty child,
No longer gentle, sweet, and mild
That fairy form and winsome face

Lost all their sprightliness and grace.

Her tender mother often sighed,

And to reform her daughter tried,
“Oh! Minnie, Minnie,” she would say,
‘Quite yellow you will turn some day.”

Now came the merry Christmas feast;
Saint Nicholas brought to e’en the least
Such pretty presents, rich, and rare,
But all the best for Minnie were.

But Minnie. was not satisfied,

She pouted, fretted, sulked, and cried;
Sisters and brothers had no rest—

She vowed their presents were the best.

Now to her little sister, Bess,

Saint Nicholas brought a yellow dress;
This Minnie longed for, envious child,
And snatched it from her sister mild.