. St. Nicholas [serial]. Babys Sand-Pile. j^ BY In a great big wooden box, Nice and smooth, to save her frocks,Is the babys sand-pile, where all day she plays; And the things she thinks she makes, From a house and barn to cakes,Would keep, I think, her family all their days. Once she said she d make a pie,— Or, at least, she d like to try,—So up she straightway rolled each tiny sleeve; For her plums she used some stones, Made a fire of cedar cones—Not a real fire, you know, but make-believe. Next she baked some buns and bread, For my dollies, so she said, Cause, you see, they like my coo
. St. Nicholas [serial]. Babys Sand-Pile. j^ BY In a great big wooden box, Nice and smooth, to save her frocks,Is the babys sand-pile, where all day she plays; And the things she thinks she makes, From a house and barn to cakes,Would keep, I think, her family all their days. Once she said she d make a pie,— Or, at least, she d like to try,—So up she straightway rolled each tiny sleeve; For her plums she used some stones, Made a fire of cedar cones—Not a real fire, you know, but make-believe. Next she baked some buns and bread, For my dollies, so she said, Cause, you see, they like my cooking best of all ;Though her flour was only sand,Dolls, she knew, would understand,And excuse her if her batch of dough should fall. Sometimes cook will miss a pan, Or a bowl, or spoon, or can ;But I think she s very sure where they 11 be found For she knows it s just such things Baby uses when she bringsAll her dollies to her sand-pile on the ground. ffi; THREE SONGS OF A STROLLING PLAYER. By G. G. King.
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