She put all the others quite under a cloud;
But one of us hinted, in so many words,
That sometimes fine feathers do not make fine birds.

[Illustration: The Doll-Baby Show]

We sat in a row, with our dolls in our laps:
The dolls behaved sweetly, and met no mishaps.
No boys were admitted; for boys will make fun:
Now which do you think was the dolly that won?

Soon all was commotion to hear who would get
The prize; for the dollies' committee had met:
We were the committee; and which do you think
Was the doll we decided on, all in a wink?

Why, each of us said that our own was the best,
The finest, the sweetest, the prettiest drest:
So we _all_ got the prize--we'll invite you to go
The next time we girls have our doll-baby show.

GEORGE COOPER.




THE CHICKENS THAT WERE WISER THAN LOTTIE.


Lottie is always asking, "Why?"