One, I love, Two, I love, Three, I love, I say, Four, I love with all my heart, And five, I cast away; Six, he loves, Seven, she loves, Eight, they both love; Nine, he comes, Ten, he tarries, Eleven, he courts, Twelve, he marries; Thirteen, wishes, Fourteen, kisses, All the rest little witches. TWINS BY LUCY FITCH PERKINS Here's a baby! Here's another! A sister and her infant brother. Which is which 'tis hard to tell, But "mother" knows them very well. THE RHYME OF TEN LITTLE RABBITS BY KATE N. MYTINGER 1 little rabbit, =one= went out in the field to run. 2 little rabbits, =two= Said they didn't know what to do. 3 little rabbits, =three= Said: "Let us climb a tree." 4 little rabbits, =four= Said: "Let's swing on the old barn door." 5 little rabbits, =five= Said: "We're glad just to be alive." 6 little rabbits, =six= Said: "We like to pick up sticks." 7 little rabbits, =seven= Said: "We wish we were eleven." 8 little rabbits, =eight= Said: "Come let us run through the gate." 9 little rabbits, =nine= Said: "Then let us form in line." 10 little rabbits, =ten= all got in line--and then--wasn't it fun to see them run? IN JULY. BY A. S. WEBBER. 10 Ten little fire crackers Standing in a line, One thought he'd light a match Then-- There were nine. 9 Nine little fire crackers Walking very straight, One caught an engine spark Then-- There were eight. 8 Eight little fire crackers Trying to spell "LEAVEN," One went too near the gas, Then-- There were seven. 7 Seven little fire crackers Cutting up tricks, One played with lighted punk Then-- There were six. 6 Six little fire crackers Glad they are alive, One went to have a smoke Then There were five. 5 Five little fire crackers Wishing there were more, One went to find a friend Then There were four. 4 Four little fire crackers Merry as could be, One played upon the hearth Then There were three. 3 Three little fire crackers Puzzled what to do, One started the kitchen fire Then There were two. 2 Two little fire crackers Looking for some fun, One met a little boy Then There was one. 1 One little fire cracker Sat him down to cry, 'Tis such a risky thing To live In July. The Wish of Priscilla Penelope Powers