I play “Come, peaches buy”— “Buy peaches, half a peck;” Then Willy holds his arms both out, To hug me round the neck. Pa rolls him all about, And jumps him up and down; He rides him on his foot, and says, “Now here we go to town.” As soon as Willy hears The front-door dead-latch key, He knows it’s papa coming home, He knows as well as we. And then we’re all so glad, And Willy tries to say After mamma—“Pa-pa come home, With Wil-ly boy to play.” He cannot stand alone— He creeps about the floor— When mamma says, “Come, precious one!” He laughs, and creeps some more. He’s little, and don’t know He ought to mind my mother— Pa says he’ll be a noble man, My little baby brother. I’ve got a pretty dove, My uncle gave to me, And papa holds it on his hand For little Will to see. He strokes its feathers down, They feel as soft as silk, And then I try if it will drink Out of my bowl of milk. Trip wags his tail, and comes To sit by papa’s feet; When he is hungry, he will beg, On his hind legs, for meat. I have a grandpapa: He’s old, and cannot see— He kisses me, and strokes my hair, And holds me on his knee. We have a garden green, Where pretty flowers grow; When I walk there with grandpapa, I lead him very slow. And I can bring his chair, And a cricket for his feet, And put away his hat and cane— He calls me, “Anne, sweet!” He puts his face to mine, He has shiny, soft, white hair; And then he hugs me very close, To feel if I am there. He tells me about God, And teaches me to pray, “Keep me, O heavenly Father, out Of every naughty way.” My heavenly Father’s child, Oh, I would like to be! I love Him, I am very sure, When I sit on grandpa’s knee. I love my father then, And my little brother Will, And everybody, and mamma, And my sisters, and old Phil.