Come in! It's quite dark in the parlor, for sister will keep the blinds down, For you know her complexion is sallow like yours, but she isn't as brown; Though Jack says that isn't the reason she likes to sit here with Jim Moore. Do you think that he meant that she kissed him? Would you--if your lips wasn't sore? If you like, you can try our piano. 'Tain't ours. A man left it here To rent by the month, although Ma says he hasn't been paid for a year. Sister plays--oh, such fine variations!--why, I once heard a gentleman say That she didn't mind THAT for the music--in fact, it was just in her way! Ain't I funny? And yet it's the queerest of all that, whatever I say, One half of the folks die a-laughing, and the rest, they all look t'other way. And some say, "That child!" Do they ever say that to such people as you? Though maybe you're naturally silly, and that makes your eyes so askew. Now stop--don't you dare to be crying! Just as sure as you live, if you do, I'll call in my big dog to bite you, and I'll make my Papa kill you, too! And then where'll you be? So play pretty. There's my doll, and a nice piece of cake. You don't want it--you think it is poison! Then I'LL eat it, dear, just for your sake! WHAT MISS EDITH SAW FROM HER WINDOW Our window's not much, though it fronts on the street; There's a fly in the pane that gets nothin' to eat; But it's curious how people think it's a treat For ME to look out of the window! Why, when company comes, and they're all speaking low, With their chairs drawn together, then some one says, "Oh! Edith dear!--that's a good child--now run, love, and go And amuse yourself there at the window!" Or Bob--that's my brother--comes in with his chum, And they whisper and chuckle, the same words will come. And it's "Edith, look here! Oh, I say! what a rum Lot of things you can see from that window!" And yet, as I told you, there's only that fly Buzzing round in the pane, and a bit of blue sky, And the girl in the opposite window, that I Look at when SHE looks from HER window. And yet, I've been thinking I'd so like to see If what goes on behind HER, goes on behind ME! And then, goodness gracious! what fun it would be For us BOTH as we sit by our window! How we'd know when the parcels were hid in a drawer, Or things taken out that one never sees more; What people come in and go out of the door, That we never see from the window!