Gracie wuz allus a _careless_ tot; But Gracie dearly loved her doll, An' played wiv it on the winder-sill 'Way up-stairs, when she ought to _not_, An' her muvver _telled_ her so an' all; But she won't _mind_ what _she_ say--till, First thing she know, her dolly fall Clean spang out o' the winder plumb Into the street! An' here Grace come Down-stairs, two at a time, ist wild An' a-screamin', "Oh, my child! my child!" [Illustration] Jule wuz a-bringin' their basket o' clo'es Ist then into their hall down there,-- An' she ist stop' when Gracie bawl, An' Jule she say "She ist declare She's ist in time!" An' what you s'pose? She sets her basket down in the hall, An' wite on top o' the snowy clo'es Wuz Gracie's dolly a-layin' there An' ist ain't bu'st ner hurt a-tall! [Illustration] Nen Gracie smiled--ist _sobbed_ an' smiled-- An' cried, "My child! my precious child!" * * * * * THE RAMBO-TREE When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree-- It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!-- The bird sings low as the bumble-bee-- It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!-- The poor shote-pig he says, says he: "When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree There's enough for you and enough for me."-- It's a long, sweet way across the orchard. _For just two truant lads like we_, _When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree_ _There's enough for you and enough for me_-- _It's a long, sweet way across the orchard_. When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree-- It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!-- The mole digs out to peep and see-- It's a long, sweet way across the orchard!-- The dusk sags down, and the moon swings free, There's a far, lorn call, "Pig-_gee_! 'Pig-_gee_!" And two boys--glad enough for three.-- It's a long, sweet way across the orchard. _For just two truant lads like we_, _When Autumn shakes the rambo-tree_ _There's enough for you and enough for me_-- _It's a long, sweet way across the orchard_. * * * * * [Illustration: "ACROSS THE ORCHARD."] * * * * * FIND THE FAVORITE Our three cats is Maltese cats, An' they's two that's white,-- An' bofe of 'em's _deef_--an' that's 'Cause their _eyes_ ain't right.-- [Illustration] Uncle say that _Huxley_ say Eyes of _white_ Maltese-- When they don't match thataway-- They're deef as you please! _Girls, they_ like our white cats best, 'Cause they're white as snow, Yes, an' look the stylishest-- But they're deef, you know! They don't know their names, an' don't Hear us when we call "Come in, Nick an' Finn!"--they won't Come fer us at all! But our _other_ cat, _he_ knows Mister Nick an' Finn,-- Mowg's _his_ name,--an' when _he_ goes Fer 'em, they come in!