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"Not I," said the grouse.
"Then I 'll carry it myself,"
 Said the little red hen.

"Who 'll bring home the flour?"
"Not I," said the mouse,
"Not I," said the grouse.
"Then I 'll do it myself,"
 Said the little red hen.

"Who 'll make the cake?"
"Not I," said the mouse,
"Not I," said the grouse.
"Then I 'll make it myself,"
 Said the little red hen.

"Who 'll bake the cake?"
"Not I," said the mouse,
"Not I," said the grouse.
"Then I 'll do it myself,"
 Said the little red hen.

"Who 'll eat the cake,"
"I will," said the mouse,
"I will, said the grouse.
"I will eat it myself,"
 Said the little red hen.

A Game of Children in Philadelphia.—The following rhyme is still danced by girls in the streets of Philadelphia:—

Water, water, wild-flowers,
 Floating up so high;
We are all young ladies,
 And we 're sure to die,
Except ——— ———:
 She is a fine young lady.

Fie! fie! fie! for shame!
Turn your back and tell your beau's name.
 (The girl must name her "beau.")

——— ——— 's a fine young man,
 He stands at the door with his hat in his hand,
Down comes ——— ———, all dressed in white,
 A flower in her bosom, and herself so white.

Doctor, doctor, can you tell
 What will make poor ——— well?
She is sick and like to die,
 And that will make poor ———cry.

——— ———, don't you cry,
Your true-love will come by and by,
Dressed in white and dressed in blue,
And after a while she 'll marry you.

Talcott Williams.

Philadelphia, Pa.

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