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amma for a long country walk,
Keeping up, all the time, such a chatter and talk
Of the trees, and the flowers, and the cows, brown and white. Soon she asked for some cake, and some chocolate too,
For this was her favourite lunch every day--
"Dear child," said Mamma, "let me see--I dare say
"If I ask that nice milkmaid, and say it's for you,
Some sweet milk we can get from her pretty white cow."
"I would rather have chocolate," Lili averred.
Then Mamma said, "Dear Lili, please don't be absurd;
My darling, you cannot have chocolate now:
You know we can't get it so far from the town.--
Come and stroke the white cow,--see, her coat's soft as silk." "But, Mamma," Lili said, "if the _White_ cow gives milk,
Then chocolate surely must come from the _Brown_."
[Illustration]
[Illustration]
LACE MAKERS OF CAEN
In many a lowly cottage in France
The bobbins keep threading a mazy dance
The whole day long, from morning to night,
Weaving the lace so pretty and light.
How swiftly the nimble fingers twist
The threads on the pillow--not one is missed:
Each bobbin would seem to rise from its place
To meet the fingers that form the lace.
How wondrously quick the pattern shows
From the threads, as under our eyes it grows:--
How quickly follow stem, leaves, and flower,
As if under the spell of enchanter's power.
Look at old Nannette--she can scarcely see,
Yet none can make lovelier lace than she;
And her grand-daughter Julie--just seven years old,
Is learning already the bobbins to hold.
Without drawings to follow, or patterns to trace,
How can these poor cottagers fashion their lace?
From the plant and the flower and unfolding fern
And the frost on the pane their patterns they learn,--
From gossamer web by the spider wove,--
From natural taste and natural love
For every form of beauty and grace,
They've learned to fashion their wonderful lace.