Cousin Hatty's Hymns and Twilight Stories by William Crosby;H. P. Nichols
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All her cunning ways to see.
She can talk in baby language, She can laugh, and she can crow; She's the pet and she's the darling, She's the sweetest one we know. Mother says that she will always Be a sweet and gentle child, If, in all our actions towards her, We are loving, good, and mild. Let us, then, be kind and pleasant Ever to our little pet; Nor to thank the God who gave her, Morn and night, let us forget. [Illustration] I AM HAPPY WHEN I DO RIGHT. [Illustration] [Illustration: Letter H.] How glad it makes me feel at night, |
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