up and take off my bonnet, and then we'll see what sort I'll fill it, and you can set it to boil

of tea it'll make.

while I'm upstairs.'

'So do, my child,' the mother replied.

'Now, won't I sing for them?' the little kettle said to himself. If I can't make myself happy in this clean bright little house, I shall deserve to go back to the rags and bones.'

So he settled himself down comfortably on the bright little fire, and soon began his most melodious song.

'Now, don't that sound cosy and comfortable, mother?' said Betty when she came down, seating herself on a low stool at her mother's feet. I always think when one is tired and hungry, there's no music like a kettle's song.'

So you see the little kettle was appreciated at last.

THE END.

THE TEA-PARTY.

WEETIE and Popsie asked friends to tea; You might see them standing,

Happy and smart as they can be,

On the nursery landing.

Weetie in velvet, and Popsie in white,

Watch their guests arriving,

With dresses gay, and faces bright,

Through the garden driving,

Dickie, and Tommy, and Harry, and Ned,

Up the stairs came trooping,

No longer rough and noisy boys,

Hushed are their shouts and whooping.

So quiet, they've hardly a word to say,
When they reach the landing,
Where, clad in all their bright array,
Their little hosts were standing.

Janie, and Bessie, and Kate come next,
In dress so gay and blooming;
They're peeping in the mirrors too,
To see if it's becoming.

Popsie and Weetie feel rather shy,
But nursie soon appearing,

They call their friends to come away
And see if tea's preparing.

The nursery had a festive look,
Quite gay with wreaths and roses,
Red ribbons decked the rocking-horse,
And Dolly's smart with posies.

But all look at the table now;

No wonder it's enticing,

For in the middle stands a cake

All white with sugar icing.

They soon are seated the table round,

With bright and happy faces,

'As good as gold,' till Tommy Jones Begins to make grimaces.

Dickie, and Harry, and Ned all laughed,

But nurse's face looked graver,

'It's spoiled the party quite,' said she, 'This naughty boy's behaviour.'

When Tommy saw that nurse was vexed,
He ceased his noise and chatter,
And all went on quite well again,
Between the cup and platter.

But Tommy was a luckless boy,
And getting into trouble,
Flying away about the place,
Just like a big soap bubble.

THE TEA-PARTY.

WEETIE and Popsie asked friends to tea; You might see them standing,

Happy and smart as they can be,

On the nursery landing.

Weetie in velvet, and Popsie in white,

Watch their guests arriving,

With dresses gay, and faces bright,

Through the garden driving,

Dickie, and Tommy, and Harry, and Ned,

Up the stairs came trooping,

No longer rough and noisy boys,

Hushed are their shouts and whooping.

So quiet, they've hardly a word to say,
When they reach the landing,

Where, clad in all their bright array,
Their little hosts were standing.

Janie, and Bessie, and Kate come next,
In dress so gay and blooming;
They're peeping in the mirrors too,
To see if it's becoming.

Popsie and Weetie feel rather shy,
But nursie soon appearing,

They call their friends to come away
And see if tea's preparing.

The nursery had a festive look,
Quite gay with wreaths and roses,
Red ribbons decked the rocking-horse,
And Dolly's smart with posies.

But all look at the table now;

No wonder it's enticing,

For in the middle stands a cake

All white with sugar icing.

They soon are seated the table round,

With bright and happy faces,

'As good as gold,' till Tommy Jones Begins to make grimaces.

Dickie, and Harry, and Ned all laughed,

But nurse's face looked graver,

'It's spoiled the party quite,' said she, 'This naughty boy's behaviour.'

When Tommy saw that nurse was vexed,
He ceased his noise and chatter,
And all went on quite well again,
Between the cup and platter.

But Tommy was a luckless boy,
And getting into trouble,
Flying away about the place,
Just like a big soap bubble.