And was always kept so trim,
That her childish little stores,
Books or toys,
In good order could be found,--
Never careless thrown around.

And she laid her bonnet by,
When she hastened home from school;
For it was her constant rule,--
And she was resolved to try,
School or home,
How to prove the saying true,--
"Order in all things you do."

When she put away her shawl,
Nicely laying by her book,
She had only once to look
_In its place_ to find her doll
Snugly there:
She could shut her smiling eyes,
Sure to find her pretty prize.

See her books,--how clean they are!
Corners not turned down, I know!
There's a marker, made to show
In her lessons just how far.
Dog-eared books
Are a certain sign to me
That the girl must careless be.