But when it's summer an' all warm ag'in, He comes a-whistlin' an' a-drivin in Our alley, 'thout no coat on, ner ain't cold, Ner his mustache ain't white, ner he ain't old. [Illustration] * * * * * [Illustration: "OUR 'OLD-KRISS'-MILKMAN."] * * * * * A PARENT REPRIMANDED Sometimes I think 'at Parents does Things ist about as bad as _us_-- [Illustration] Wite 'fore our vurry eyes, at that! Fer one time Pa he scold' my Ma 'Cause he can't find his hat; An' she ist _cried_, she did! An' I Says, "Ef you scold my Ma Ever again an' make her cry, Wy, you sha'n't _be_ my Pa!" An' nen he laugh' an' find his hat Ist wite where Ma she said it's at! * * * * * [Illustration: "THE CHILDISH DREAMS IN HIS WISE OLD HEAD."] * * * * * THE TREASURE OF THE WISE MAN O the night was dark and the night was late, And the robbers came to rob him; And they picked the locks of his palace-gate, The robbers that came to rob him-- They picked the locks of his palace-gate, Seized his jewels and gems of state, His coffers of gold and his priceless plate,-- The robbers that came to rob him. But loud laughed he in the morning red!-- For of what had the robbers robbed him?-- Ho! hidden safe, as he slept in bed, When the robbers came to rob him,-- They robbed him not of a golden shred Of the childish dreams in his wise old head-- "And they're welcome to all things else," he said, When the robbers came to rob him. [Illustration] * * * * * [Illustration]