14 INTRY-MINTRY And into the winter I come alone, Cheered by that mournful requiem, Soothed by the dolorous monotone That shall count me off as it counted them The solemn voice of old Father Time Chanting the homely nursery rime He learned of the children a summer morn That bringeth the grace of heaven anear— PITTYPAT AND TIPPYTOE A LL day long they come and go- Footprints up and down the hall, Playthings scattered on the floor, Finger-marks along the wall, Tell-tale smudges on the doorBy these presents you shall know Pittypat and Tippytoe. How they riot at their play! And a dozen times a day In they troop, demanding bread- Inches thick with sugar too! And I never can say "No, Pittypat and Tippytoe!" 16 PITTYPAT AND TIPPYTOE Sometimes there are griefs to soothe, With an internecine spat; Oh the thousand worrying things Hands to scrub and hair to brush, And when day is at an end, There are little duds to mend: Little frocks are strangely torn, Little shoes great holes reveal, Rudely yawn at toe and heel! PITTYPAT AND TIPPYTOE Who but you could work such woe, But when comes this thought to me: "Some there are that childless be," Stealing to their little beds, With a love I cannot speak, On the floor and down the hall, Of the havoc they have wrought, 17 Just such trade-marks, if you sought; Oh, how glad I am 't is so, Pittypat and Tippytoe! BALOW, MY BONNIE USH, bonnie, dinna greit; HUS Moder will rocke her sweete,— Balow, my boy! When that his toile ben done, Daddie will come anone,—· Hush thee, my lyttel one; Gin thou dost sleepe, perchaunce Oft hath thy moder seene Moonlight and mirkland queene Daunce on thy slumbering een,- |