Next is a bird of colours gay, If he spreads his wings he will fly away. Poor Master Duckie cries “Quack, quack, quack! To my farmyard pond please take me back.”
What a dear little doggie Bunty his name, I am sure that he looks quite friendly and tame. His bright eyes are gazing up in the air, I wonder what ever he sees up there!
“Croak, croak, croak!” cries Mr. Green Frog, “I really am quite afraid of that dog!” And that dear little clockwork mouse on wheels— I know if you pinch him hard he squeals!
There were seven froggies of Lee Who were happy as happy could be, Till a duck close by Just winked his eye, As he thought of his afternoon tea.
With a hop, and a skip, and a run, He soon put an end to their fun, For as they went past He snapped up the last, And that tells you my story is done.
[Illustration: MR. AND MRS. OSTRICH AND THEIR CHILDREN.]
Frisk was a dear little dog. He belonged to Mistress Molly.
One morning Molly said, “Now Frisk, I am going to the town, and you must stay and look after the house, for Mother is going out too.”
Frisk sat down in his little chair, and held his walking stick between his paws.
“No one shall steal the dinner while _I_ am here,” he said. “Bow, wow!”
On her way to the town, Molly saw her cousin Tommy leaning over a gate.
“Oh, Tommy!” she said, “If you are passing our house, please look in and see how Frisk is getting on.”
Frisk _was_ glad to see Tommy, who gave him a good drink of water from a tub.
When Molly reached the town she went into the baker's shop to buy a loaf of bread.
But when she put her hand in her pocket she found her purse had gone!
And he left his shop, and went with Molly down the road.
Very soon they found the purse with all the money quite safe inside.
Then Molly saw a shop with “SALE” printed in the window, and went in.
“Good morning, ma'am!” said the shopman. “What can I get for you?”
“I want some stockings, please,” said Molly.
“How do you like these?” said the shopman. “They are _only_ one shilling the pair, because it is sale time!”
“They _are_ lovely!” said Molly, “And the scarlet stripes just match my dress! Please make them into a tiny parcel, and I will put them in my pocket.” Then she paid her money, and set off home.