His nurse,--a motherly old thing--
No need to coax the rogue has she;
Adolphus, when he sees her bring
The water, trumpets in his glee.

[Illustration: Johnny Chubb.]

Oh, how he loves the cold, cold stream
Descending on him in the tub!
He feels as if he'd like to scream--
He loves it so--does William Chubb.

And then, the evening's washing o'er
(Though he could wish it lasted still),
His nurse will gay, "Come, come, no more;
You've had enough now, Master Will!"

So swift he's dried, his night-gown on,
A night-cap tied upon his head,
And to the rattle's music,
John Adolphus William goes to bed.

[Illustration: Johnny Goes to Bed.]

"I don't think that is very nice poetry," your Aunt Amy said when Mrs.
Mouser had come to the end of the verses. "It is too ridiculous."

"That may be; but I have heard some of your friends, like Mr. Turtle,
for example, tell you even worse than that," and Mrs. Mouser spoke quite