. The Bookshelf for boys and girls Little Journeys into Bookland . SSSfl r&l J zi V* S Ml m !l //// 5» i/i sVV 1, W /> \<? <* [ill] I ^ V ^ Vs. v/, Then he laughed tillhemade his cap-bellsring,At the thought of the topsyturvy Spring. T is a fair exchange, he said, with a wink-It is! she said. And what do you think? H^The flowers that should bloom in the month of May,Every one of them came on an April day!And they looked for April showers in vain,But all through May it did nothing but rain ! U7 A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY. By Lucy Fitch My doll, my doll, my Annabel,She s really f

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. The Bookshelf for boys and girls Little Journeys into Bookland . SSSfl r&l J zi V* S Ml m !l //// 5» i/i sVV 1, W /> \<? <* [ill] I ^ V ^ Vs. v/, Then he laughed tillhemade his cap-bellsring,At the thought of the topsyturvy Spring. T is a fair exchange, he said, with a wink-It is! she said. And what do you think? H^The flowers that should bloom in the month of May,Every one of them came on an April day!And they looked for April showers in vain,But all through May it did nothing but rain ! U7 A DOMESTIC TRAGEDY. By Lucy Fitch My doll, my doll, my Annabel,She s really feeling far from well!Her wig is gone, her eyes are out,Her legs are left somewhere about, Her arms were stolen by the pup,The hens ate all her sawdust up,So all that s really left of herIs just her clothes and character. 148 THE PHILOSOPHER. By Lucy Fitcii Perkins.

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