Her brow makes light look sallow; And the sunshine, I declare, Is but a yellow jealousy Awakened by her hair-- For O the dazzling glint of it Nor sight nor soul can bear,-- So Love goes groping for The Little Lady. * * * * * [Illustration: "SHE'S BUT A RACING SCHOOL-GIRL."] * * * * * And yet she's neither Nymph nor Fay, Nor yet of Angelkind:-- She's but a racing school-girl, with Her hair blown out behind And tremblingly unbraided by The fingers of the Wind, As it wildly swoops upon The Little Lady. * * * * * "COMPANY MANNERS" When Bess gave her Dollies a Tea, said she,-- "It's unpolite, when they's Company, To say you've drinked _two_ cups, you see,-- But say you've drinked _a couple_ of tea." [Illustration] * * * * * IN FERVENT PRAISE OF PICNICS [Illustration] [Illustration] Picnics is fun 'at's purty hard to beat. I purt'-nigh ruther go to them than _eat_. I purt'-nigh ruther go to them than go With our Char_lot_ty to the Trick-Dog Show. * * * * * THE GOOD, OLD-FASHIONED PEOPLE When we hear Uncle Sidney tell About the long-ago An' old, old friends he loved so well When _he_ was young--My-oh!-- Us childern all wish _we'd 'a'_ bin A-livin' then with Uncle,--so We could a-kindo' happened in On them old friends he used to know!-- The good, old-fashioned people-- The hale, hard-working people-- The kindly country people 'At Uncle used to know! They was God's people, Uncle says, An' gloried in His name, An' worked, without no selfishness, An' loved their neighbers same As they was kin: An' when they biled Their tree-molasses, in the Spring, Er butchered in the Fall, they smiled An' sheered with all jist ever'thing!-- * * * * * [Illustration: "THEY WAS GOD'S PEOPLE."] * * * * * The good, old-fashioned people-- The hale, hard-working people-- The kindly country people 'At Uncle used to know! He tells about 'em, lots o' times, Till we'd all ruther hear About 'em than the Nurs'ry Rhymes Er Fairies--mighty near!-- Only sometimes he stops so long An' then talks on so low an' slow, It's purt'-nigh sad as any song To listen to him talkin' so Of the good, old-fashioned people-- The hale, hard-working people-- The kindly country people 'At Uncle used to know! * * * * * THE BEST TIMES [Illustration] _When Old Folks they wuz young like us_ _An' little as you an' me_,-- [Illustration] _Them wuz the best times ever wuz_ _Er ever goin' to be_! * * * * * [Illustration: "THEM WUZ THE BEST TIMES EVER WUZ."]