But as Ann, weeping, turned away, Her little dog ran out, And he began to lick her hands, And bark and jump about. "Why, why," cried cook, "I never saw Dog Towzer act that way, Except when little Ann came home From school or after play."

"And now I look again," she said, "You are our little Ann. Come in and wash and mend your frock, As quickly as you can." Now from that day the little miss Has played less boisterous plays, And been more tidy in her dress And quiet in her ways.

Their mother bids them run and play, But not to wander far away.

"Quick," Gretel cries, "let's catch that hare Among the bushes over there."

The hare now leads them in the chase Close by the witch's lurking-place.

"No use," she cries "to kick and fight, For I will pick your bones