"I a

street.

Hushaby street is in Shut-Eye Town. Do you see my flowers?

These flowers are poppies."

A Rock-a-By Lady always carries

poppies.

Poppies are filled with sleep.

Every big poppy and every little poppy has a dream in it.

Shall I tell you some of the dreams I bring to the children who come to Shut-Eye Town?

When the children of Good-Children

street come to Shut-Eye Town, I give them poppies.

Every little boy and every little girl

gets a poppy with a dream in it. There is one little dream of a beauti

ful drum that says, "Rub-a-dub.”

This flower, I give to Fred.

There is one little dream of a big

sugar-plum.

This flower, I give to Nat.

The dream of the trumpet is for Tom. I have dreams of pop-guns that bang, and tin tops that hum.

Some poppies have dreams of beautiful dollies in them.

These dollies can laugh, and cry, and

sing.

They can talk and walk about.

"And boats go a-floating

on silvery streams,

And the stars peek-a-boo

with their own misty gleams,

And up, up, and up,

where the Mother Moon beams,

The fairies go winging!"

THE DUEL

The gingham dog and the calico cat
Side by side on the table sat;

'T was half-past twelve, and (what do you think!)
Nor one nor t'other had slept a wink!

The old Dutch clock and the Chinese plate

Appeared to know as sure as fate

There was going to be a terrible spat. (I wasn't there: I simply state

What was told to me by the Chinese plate!)

The gingham dog went "Bow-wow-wow!

And the calico cat replied "Mee-ow!"

The air was littered, an hour or so,

With bits of gingham and calico,

While the old Dutch clock in the chimney-place with its hands before its face,

UP

For it always dreaded a family row!

(Now mind: I'm only telling you

What the old Dutch clock declares is true!)

The Chinese plate looked very blue,
And wailed, "Oh, dear! what shall we do!"
But the gingham dog and the calico cat
Wallowed this way and tumbled that,

Employing every tooth and claw

In the awfullest way you ever sawAnd, oh! how the gingham and calico flew! (Don't fancy I exaggerate—

I got my news from the Chinese plate!)

Next morning, where the two had sat
They found no trace of dog or cat;
And some folks think unto this day
That burglars stole that pair away!
But the truth about the cat and

pup
Is this they ate each other up!
Now what do you really think of that!
(The old Dutch clock it told me so,
And that is how I came to know.)