All to Ourselves

Feeding the Birds.

Well done, well done, thoughtful Jane,
At your morning work again,
Feeding thus with grain and crumbs
Every hungry bird that comes:
Well they know you, I can see,
Or they would more timid be.

Helping Mother.

Well done, Emma! Dinner is just over, and Emma is folding up the cloth, and tidying up.

What’s in the Cupboard?

Mama has just caught the children prying into the cupboard. She will be angry with them, I am sure, for being so inquisitive.

Little Emma and George have shut themselves into an up-stairs room this morning, and are pretending to be papa and mama. They have got papa’s great boots on the floor, and Emma has dressed the boot-jack like a doll, and placed mama’s bonnet on her head. Mama down-stairs will wonder presently what has become of her two little pets.