This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1884 Excerpt: ...what do you think of the boy? WILL BE A KINU MOTHER TO IT, FOR THE SAEE OF POOR LITTLE TWEET. A MONDAY RIDDLE. Ver-y use-ful and ver-y slim; Ver-y tidy and ver-y trim. Once a week they make a dis-play; Aft-er that they are hid-den a-way. Two long legs and a ver-y small head; If you can guess it, e-nough has been said. Wee little house with the golden thatch; Twice I knocked and I lifted the latch: "And pray, is the mistress here?" In black stuff gown and a yellow vest, She's busily packing her honey-chest; Will you taste a bit, my dear?" A Plump little girl and a thin little bird Were out in the meadow together. "How cold that poor little bird must be Without any clothes like mine!" said she, "Although it is sunshiny weather." "A nice little girl is that," said he, "But oh, how cold she must be! For, see, She has only a single feather!"--So each shivered to think, of the other poor thing, Although it was sunshiny weather. HEIGH-HO! SAYS BRIDGET. Oh! who would be a little boy's nurse? Heigh-ho!" says Bridget. Oh! who would be a little boy's nurse? Sure, no situation could ever be worse, With a hurly-burly, racket and cracket, and fuss and frolic and fidget. I'm teased and worritted day and night; Heigh-ho!" says Bridget. I'm teased and worritted day and night, And when I'm not angry I'm all in a fright, With the hurly-burly, racket and cracket, and fuss and frolic and fidget. He's up in the morning before the sun; Heigh-ho!" says Bridget. He's up in the morning before the sun, And screams in my ear that the day is half done, With a hurly-burly, racket and cracket, and fuss and frolic and fidget. Then, who would be a little boy's nurse? Heigh-ho!" says Bridget. Then who would be a litt...
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