- Little Phillis
I am a very little girl, I think that I've turned two; And if you'd like to know my name I'd like to tell it you. They always call me Baby, But Phillis is my name. No—no one ever gave it me, I think it only came. I've got a pretty tulip In my little flower-bed; If you would like I'll give it you— It's yellow, striped with red. I've got a little kitten, but I can't give that away, She likes to play with me so much; She's gone to sleep to-day. And I've got a nice new dolly, Shall I fetch her out to you? She's got such pretty shoes on, And her bonnet's trimmed with blue. You'd like to take her home with you? Oh, no, she mustn't go; Good-bye—I want to run now, You walk along so slow. - Look at the snowman
Girl showing her little sister that the snowman doesn't bite - Love of Home
Young lady smelling a rose that she has received - Making cookies
Young girl doing some baking while her cat looks on - Mammas and Babies
"My Polly is so very good, Belinda never cries; My Baby often goes to sleep, See how she shuts her eyes. "Dear Mrs. Lemon tell me when Belinda goes to school; And what time does she go to bed?" "Well, eight o'clock's the rule. "But now and then, just for a treat, I let her wait awhile; You shake your head—why, wouldn't you? Do look at Baby's smile!" "Dear Mrs. Primrose will you come One day next week to tea? Of course bring Rosalinda, and That darling—Rosalie." "Dear Mrs. Cowslip, you are kind; My little folks, I know, Will be so very pleased to come; Dears—tell Mrs. Cowslip so. "Oh, do you know—perhaps you've not heard— She had a dreadful fright; My Daisy with the measles Kept me up every night. "And then I've been so worried— Clarissa had a fit; And the doctor said he couldn't In the least account for it." - Man and woman travelling with a girl
- Man carrying boy
- Man talking to two girls
- March
March - Mary Mary
- May
May - Meeting with an old man
- Miss Molly and the Little Fishes
Oh, sweet Miss Molly, You're so fond Of Fishes in a little Pond. And perhaps they're glad To see you stare With such bright eyes Upon them there. And when your fingers and your thumbs Drop slowly in the small white crumbs I hope they're happy. Only this— When you've looked long enough, sweet miss. Then, most beneficent young giver, Restore them to their native river. - Miss Muffett
- Mother and Child
Mother and Child - Mother breaking up fight among her four children
Mother breaking up fight among her four children - Mother cuddling her little girl
Mother sitting in chair cuddling her little girl - Mother giving medicine to girl in bed
Mother giving medicine to girl in bed - Mother kissing young girl
- Mother reading to two girls
- Mother talking to a careless girl
Mother talking to a careless girl - Mother with two girls
- Mother, child and cat sitting at the table
- My Little Girlie
My Little Girlie Little girlie tell to me What your wistful blue eyes see? Why you like to stand so high, Looking at the far off sky. Does a tiny Fairy flit In the pretty blue of it? Or is it that you hope so soon To see the rising yellow Moon? Or is it—as I think I've heard— You're looking for a little Bird To come and sit upon a spray, And sing the summer night away? - Naughty Children
Naughty Children - Nobody
- November
November - October
Kids under a tree - On the Bridge
If I could see a little fish— That is what I just now wish! I want to see his great round eyes Always open in surprise. I wish a water rat would glide Slowly to the other side; Or a dancing spider sit On the yellow flags a bit. I think I'll get some stones to throw, And watch the pretty circles show. Or shall we sail a flower-boat, And watch it slowly—slowly float? That's nice—because you never know How far away it means to go; And when to-morrow comes, you see, It may be in the great wide sea. - On the Wall Top
Dancing and prancing to town we go, On the top of the wall of the town we go. Shall we talk to the stars, or talk to the moon, Or run along home to our dinner so soon? - On the Wall Top
So high—so high on the wall we run, The nearer the sky—why, the nearer the sun, If you give me one penny, I'll give you two, For that's the way good neighbours do. - Our little Pat
OUR LITTLE PAT Our little Pat Was chasing the cat And kicking the kittens about. When mother said “Quit!” He ran off to sit On the top of the woodpile and pout; But a sly little grin Soon slid down his chin And let all the sulkiness out. - Pensive boy
Sad girl holding a bird - Picking flowers
- Pretty Maid
- Putting a wreath on a animal
- Reading
- Reading
Young girl reading - Reading a book
Young boy with a bowtie Reading a book - Red headed girl in blue dress
Little red headed girl standing in blue dress in the garden. - Ring-A-Ring
Ring-A-Ring Ring-a-ring of little boys. Ring-a-ring of girls; All around—all around, Twists and twirls. You are merry children; "Yes, we are." Where do you come from? "Not very far. "We live in the mountain, We live in the tree; And I live in the river-bed, And you won't catch me!" - Rose-Red's mamma gathered her up in her arms and comforted her
Mother and child embrace - Sad girl holding a bird
Sad girl holding a bird - Sad Little boy in nightgown
Sad Little boy in nightgown - School
School - September
September - Seven children
- Seven little children
Three boys and four girls - Showing doll to mother
- Sister Kate
WHERE ARE YOU GOING? Where are you going, sister Kate? I’m going to swing on the garden gate, And watch the fairy gypsies dance Their tim-tam-tum on the cabbage-plants— The great big one with the purple nose, And the tiny tad with the pinky toes. Where are you going, brother Ben? I’m going to build a tiger-pen. I’ll get iron and steel and ’lectric wire And build it a hundred feet, or higher, And put ten tigers in it too, And a big wildcat, and—mebbe—you. Where are you going, mother mine? I’m going to sit by the old grapevine, And watch the gliding swallow bring Clay for her nest from the meadow spring— Clay and straw and a bit of thread To weave it into a baby’s bed. Where are you going, grandma dear? I’m going, love, where the skies are clear, And the light winds lift the poppy flowers And gather clouds for the summer showers, Where the old folks and the children play On the warm hillside through the livelong day. - Six children
- sixpence
- Splashing everyone
Splashing everyone - Street Show
Puff, puff, puff. How the trumpets blow All you little boys and girls come and see the show. One—two—three, the Cat runs up the tree; But the little Bird he flies away— "She hasn't got me!" - Susan Blue
Oh, Susan Blue, How do you do? Please may I go for a walk with you? Where shall we go? Oh, I know— Down in the meadow where the cowslips grow! - Tea Party
- The Animal Show
The Animal Show Father and mother and Bobbie will go To see all the sights at the animal show. Where lions and bears Sit on dining room chairs, Where a camel is able To stand on a table, Where monkeys and seals All travel on wheels, And a Zulu baboon Rides a baby balloon. The sooner you’re ready, the sooner we’ll go. Aboard, all aboard, for the Animal Show! - The Blue Song
The Blue Song Hot mush and molasses all in a blue bowl— Eat it, it’s good for you, sonny. ’T will make you grow tall as a telephone pole— Eat it, it’s good for you, sonny. Fresh fish and potatoes all on a blue plate— Eat it up smart now, my sonny. ’T will make you as jolly and fat as Aunt Kate— Eat it up quick now, my sonny. Sweet milk from a nanny-goat in a blue cup— Drink it, it’s good for you, sonny, ’T will fill you, expand you, and help you grow up, And make a real man of you, sonny. - The Cooking Lesson
The Cooking Lesson - The Daisies
You very fine Miss Molly, What will the daisies say, If you carry home so many Of their little friends to-day? Perhaps you take a sister, Perhaps you take a brother, Or two little daisies who Were fond of one another.