No stockings on her feet;
Her little ankles white as snow,
Or early blossoms sweet.

Her simple dress of sprinkled pink;
Her tiny, dimpled chin;
Her rosebud lips and bonny mouth
With not one tooth between.

Her eyes so like her mother's own,
Two gentle, liquid things;
Her face is like an angel's face--
We're glad she has no wings.


HUGH MILLER

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BRUCE AND THE SPIDER

Robert Bruce, King of Scotland, was hiding in a hut in the forest. His
enemies were seeking him far and wide.

Six times he had met them in battle, and six times he had failed. Hope