"The seed that springs, and the bird that sings,
And the shining summer sun,
The tiny bee, and the mighty sea,
God made them, every one."
What mischief was there for Bessie to-day? The fish in her mother's aquarium had not been benefited by the hot bath which Bessie had given them; but that was no reason, thought she, why a bath would not be a good thing for her new doll Felicia.
She had a little doll bath-tub made of tin. So she put it on a little table, and filled it from a jug of hot water which happened to be on the hearth. Then she undressed Felicia, and, holding her up, said, "Now, little lady, you are going to have a nice warm bath: so be good."
Having put Felicia in the bath-tub, Bessie sat down in a chair before her, and said, "There are not many dolls, little lady, that have such a kind, loving mother as I am. You ought to be very good and grateful."
Here dolly slipped down in the bath-tub, and her nice blooming face was all soaked in the hot water. When Bessie took her out, you would hardly have known Felicia for the same doll. Her head, which was of wax, was quite ruined; and her whole body was out of shape and spoiled.
Bessie ran crying to her mother: but her mother said, "You do not deserve to have another doll."
The milk comes fresh and foaming,
Fresh from the good old cow;
And, after I have lapped it,
I frolic—you know how.
I'm petted by the children,
And the mistress of the house;
And sometimes, when I'm nimble,
I catch a little mouse.
But sometimes, when I'm naughty,
I climb upon the stand,
And eat the cake and chicken,
Or any thing at hand;
Ah! then they hide my saucer,
No matter if I mew;
And that's the way I'm punished
For naughty things I do.