We had sand in the eyes and the ears and the nose, And sand in the hair, and sand-between-the-toes. Whenever a good nor’ wester blows, Christopher is certain of Sand-between-the-toes. There was a roaring in the sky; The sea-gulls cried as they blew by; We tried to talk, but had to shout— Nobody else was out. When we got home, we had sand in the hair, In the eyes and the ears and everywhere; Whenever a good nor’ wester blows, Christopher is found with Sand-between-the-toes. [Illustration: Boy on beach] [Illustration: Boy watching knight riding out of forest] KNIGHTS AND LADIES There is in my old picture-book A page at which I like to look, Where knights and squires come riding down The cobbles of some steep old town, And ladies from beneath the eaves Flutter their bravest handkerchiefs, Or, smiling proudly, toss down gages . . . But that was in the Middle Ages. It wouldn’t happen now; but still, Whenever I look up the hill Where, dark against the green and blue, The firs come marching, two by two, I wonder if perhaps I _might_ See suddenly a shining knight Winding his way from blue to green— Exactly as it would have been Those many, many years ago. . . . [Illustration: Knight galloping] Perhaps I might. You never know. LITTLE BO-PEEP AND LITTLE BOY-BLUE [Illustration: Toy sheep] “What have you done with your sheep, Little Bo-Peep? What have you done with your sheep, Bo-Peep?” “Little Boy Blue, what fun! I’ve lost them, every one!” “Oh, what a thing to have done, Little Bo-Peep!” “What have you done with your sheep, Little Boy Blue? What have you done with your sheep, Boy Blue?” “Little Bo-Peep, my sheep Went off, when I was asleep.” “I’m sorry about your sheep, Little Boy Blue.” [Illustration: Girl with crook, boy sleeping on grass] “What are you going to do, Little Bo-Peep? What are you going to do, Bo-Peep?” “Little Boy Blue, you’ll see They’ll all come home to tea.” “They wouldn’t do that for me, Little Bo-Peep.” [Illustration: Girl with crook, boy blowing horn] “What are you going to do, Little Boy Blue? What are you going to do, Boy Blue?” “Little Bo-Peep, I’ll blow My horn for an hour or so.” “Isn’t that rather slow, Little Boy Blue?” [Illustration: Sheep gambolling] “Whom are you going to marry, Little Bo-Peep? Whom are you going to marry, Bo-Peep?” “Little Boy Blue, Boy Blue, I’d like to marry you.” “I think I should like it too, Little Bo-Peep.” [Illustration: Girl holding crook and sheep, boy scratching head]