"That is, you know, quite to a T,
And sure as eggs are eggs,
Men-servants in a family,
Care mostly for their legs!"

Oh! Tommy was quite rated high
By all the children fair.
He pardon begged, and quick did fly
To run both here and there.

* * * * *

Now mind and do as you are bid,
Or you'll come in for blame;
And never let your joy be hid
Beneath some passing shame.






[Illustration: The Little Bootmaker]

_Knock, knock, knock! paste, paste, paste!
Use wax, and thread, and awl each day
While there's light to work we'll haste,
For health and time soon pass away._