- Young lady walking in the countryside
- Young girl with a fan
- Young girl taking a cookie
- Young girl reading to old lady
- Young girl lying in bed
Young girl lying in bed - Young girl looking in mirror by candelight
- Young girl looking in a mirror
- Young girl in winter coat
- Young girl in bed
- Young girl holding a jar
- Young girl curtseying
- Young girl crying
- Young girl carrying a bag
- Young girl
- Young girl
- Young children playing outside
- Young boy sitting on a gate
- Young boy picking an apple
- Young boy eyeing fruit on a tree
- Young boy and girl looking in the bush
- Young boy
- You are it
Seven little children are all pointing at one little girl - Wishes
Wishes - When you and I grow up
When you and I Grow up—Polly— I mean that you and me, Shall go sailing in a big ship Right over all the sea. We'll wait till we are older, For if we went to-day, You know that we might lose ourselves, And never find the way. - When we went out with Grandmamma
When we went out with Grandmamma— Mamma said for a treat— Oh, dear, how stiff we had to walk As we went down the street. One on each side we had to go, And never laugh or loll; I carried Prim, her Spaniard dog, And Tom—her parasol. If I looked right—if Tom looked left— "Tom—Susan—I'm ashamed; And little Prim, I'm sure, is shocked, To hear such naughties named." She said we had no manners, If we ever talked or sung; "You should have seen," said Grandmamma, "Me walk, when I was young." She told us—oh, so often— How little girls and boys, In the good days when she was young, Never made any noise. She said they never wished then To play—oh, indeed! They learnt to sew and needlework, Or else to write and read. he said her mother never let Her speak a word at meals; "But now," said Grandmamma, "you'd think That children's tongues had wheels "So fast they go—clack, clack, clack, clack; Now listen well, I pray, And let me see you both improve From what I've said to-day." - Want another sandwich
- Waiting for the coach to come
- Unhappy girl
- Under the Willow
Under the Willow Put down your pillow under the willow, Hang up your hat in the sun, And lie down to snooze as long as you choose, For the plowing and sowing are done. Pick up your pillow from under the willow, And clamber out into the sun. Get a fork and a rake for goodness’ sake, For the harvest time has begun. - Two young girls dressed the same
- Two old ladies preparing a cup of tea
- Two noisy boys
- Two little girls sitting on the grass
Two little girls sitting on the grass - Two little girls blowing bubbles in the garden
Two little girls blowing bubbles in the garden - Two ladies talking
- Two Girls unwinding wool
Two Girls unwinding wool - Two girls skipping along
Two girls skipping along - Two girls playing with their dolls
- Two girls kneeling
- Two girls giving to boy and girl
- Two girls dancing
- Two girls and a boy talking to old lady
- Two girls and a boy skipping in the garden
- Two girls and a boy playing with a cat and kitten
- Two girls and a boy looking at baby ducks
- Two Girls
One girl sitting on a chair holding a fan with another girl walking by - Two girls
Two girls - Two boys eyeing some apples on a tree
Two boys eyeing some apples on a tree - Two boys and old lady
Two boys and old lady - To the Mystery Land
Oh, dear, how will it end? Peggy and Susie how naughty you are. You little know where you are, Going so far, and so high, Nearly up to the sky. Perhaps it's a Giant who lives there, And perhaps it's a lovely Princess. But you very well know You've no business to go; You'll get yourselves into a mess. Oh, dear, I'm sure it is true; Whatever on earth can it matter to you? For you know it—oh, fie— That it's naughty to pry Into other's affairs— Into other folks houses to go, Where you know You're not asked. So you'd better come back While there's time, it is plain. Go home—and be never So naughty again. - To Baby
Oh, what shall my blue eyes go see? Shall it be pretty Quack-Quack to-day? Or the Peacock upon the Yew Tree? Or the dear little white Lambs at play? Say Baby. For Baby is such a young Petsy, And Baby is such a sweet Dear. And Baby is growing quite old now— She's just getting on for a year. - Tip-A-Toe
Tip-a-Toe, See them go; One, two, three— Chloe, Prue, and me; Up and down, To the town. A Lord was there, And the Lady fair. And what did they sing? Oh, "Ring-a-ding-ding;" And the Black Crow flew off With the Lady's Ring. - Three little girls
- Three girls looking in the mirror
- Three girls in the garden
- Three girls and old lady
- Three girls and a boy
- Three Girls
Three Girls - Three children sitting in the grass
- Three children reading a book
Three children reading a book