From wholesome milk and bread."
If little John was thin before,
Now thinner every day
He grew, until you'd think the wind
Would carry him away.
So, when at last he was so lean
His bones seemed poking through,
There came a sudden gust of wind,
And, puff! away he blew.
And when it blew him to the street,
How fast he hurried home!
And, oh, how glad his mother was
To see her Johnny come!
But gladder still she was to find
That he had grown so good,
And never now would turn away
From wholesome simple food.
OLD MOTHER WEBTOES
"Oh please mamma," said little Jane,
"May I go out to play?"
"No, no," her mother answered her;
"I fear 'twill rain to-day."
"With my umbrella green," said Jane,
"I will not mind the wet."
But still mamma replied, "No, no;
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