. Harper's young people . irp, chirp, peep,peep—hurry, somebody, and bring me my breakfast. The Baby had had his own breakfast of bread and milkfrom a china basin with a silver spoon. So he Birdie was. Sister Maggie said, Bennie, willyou feed ihe little dear . And you may be sure what Ben-nies answer was. So in a moment Maggie filled her pock-et with seeds and crumbs, and then, stepping out on theporch, she lifted her little brother in her arms, and in hisprett \ way he called the bird. Dropping the seeds fromhis dimpled lingers, he looked with great brown eyes fullof love to See
. Harper's young people . irp, chirp, peep,peep—hurry, somebody, and bring me my breakfast. The Baby had had his own breakfast of bread and milkfrom a china basin with a silver spoon. So he Birdie was. Sister Maggie said, Bennie, willyou feed ihe little dear . And you may be sure what Ben-nies answer was. So in a moment Maggie filled her pock-et with seeds and crumbs, and then, stepping out on theporch, she lifted her little brother in her arms, and in hisprett \ way he called the bird. Dropping the seeds fromhis dimpled lingers, he looked with great brown eyes fullof love to See the little stranger eat. Make haste, birdie; Maggies arms are tired. Which ofthe new acquaintances is the shyer, I wonder? This is March snow, and it will soon melt. Instead ofone brave bird standing out-doors and waiting for food,we shall soon have hundreds singing for joy among greenleaves. But the summer long will not bring us a prettierpicture than this. *r :JI> •••. J, &K>i. V >U A-. ..I,; I •. MAKE HASTE, BIRDIE; MAGGIES ARMS ARE TIRED. 282 HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. VOLUME IV. OFF THE LINE. P, Y JOSEPHINE POLLARD. THE boys stood up in the reading class— A dozen or so—and each one saidThat those at the foot should never pass, Or find it easy to get up head. Harry was studious ; so were Jake,Jim, and Robert, and Tom, and Jack ; For men of business they meant to it wouldnt do to be dull or slack. There wasnt another boy on the lineMore anxious than Jimmy to keep his place ; For to be at the head was very fine, But to go down foot was a sad disgrace. But Jim delighted in games of ball, Polo, tennis, or tame croquet,And his mind was not on his books at all When lie took his place in the class that day. Twas his turn to read, and he started offWith an air attentive—a vain pretense; For the boys around him began to coughAnd nudge and chuckle at Jims expense. Youve skipped a line. whispered generous Ben,Who often had helped in this way before. YOUVE
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