قراءة كتاب Our Little Ones and The Nursery, Vol. V, No. 9, July 1885
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اللغة: English
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a squeak and a roar. I ran upstairs to my sister. "It is a rooster. Didn't you hear 'Chow-Chow' crow?"—"Do you call that a crow? Why, I heard an awful noise, and wondered what it was."
But our chicken grew up one of the handsomest birds I ever saw. And in a few weeks not a rooster in the neighborhood had such a musical, splendid crow as our "Chow-Chow."
BESSIE PEDDER.
POLLY'S BABY.
All in the daintiest cradle
That baby could wish to own,
It lay contentedly winking,
Where Polly had left it alone.
It wasn't a mere doll-baby;
Ah, no! that Polly would scorn;
But this she loved through the daytime,
And dreamed of from night till morn.
A cap its small head adorning,
A robe of cambric so white,
And round its waist, for a "dress up,"
A ribbon so blue and bright!
Its eyes were, Polly thought, lovely,
Because they were gray, and she
Was always brushing the soft hair,
As black as black hair could be.
That baby could wish to own,
It lay contentedly winking,
Where Polly had left it alone.
It wasn't a mere doll-baby;
Ah, no! that Polly would scorn;
But this she loved through the daytime,
And dreamed of from night till morn.
A cap its small head adorning,
A robe of cambric so white,
And round its waist, for a "dress up,"
A ribbon so blue and bright!
Its eyes were, Polly thought, lovely,
Because they were gray, and she
Was always brushing the soft hair,
As black as black hair could be.
