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Rose buds

Gerson, Virginia

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[Illustration: ·ROSE·BUDS·]




[Illustration: [FRONTISPIECE]]




[Illustration: [ROSE·BUDS]]

                               ROSE·BUDS


                                   by

                            Virginia Gerson

                                New York
                        White, Stokes, & Allen.
                                  1885




[Illustration: TO BILLE SAMMY]


                          Copyright, 1885, by
                        WHITE, STOKES, AND ALLEN
                               New York.




[Illustration: [INDEX]]

                                 INDEX


            _FRONTISPIECE_                              _2_
            _DEDICATION_                                _4_
            _JOSEPHINE MAUD_                       _7_, _8_
            _NAUGHTY TOMMY WARNER_                      _9_
            _PAPA HAS GONE TO SEA_                     _10_
            _THE MERRY LITTLE TAR_                     _11_
            _LILLY LANSING_                            _12_
            _BED-TIME_                                 _13_
            _HOOPLE_                                   _14_
            _THE RACE_                                 _15_
            _SUNSET_                                   _16_
            _THE BATH_                                 _17_
            _MY DICKY BIRD_                            _18_
            _CROQUET_                                  _19_
            _THE CAT AND THE HAT_                      _20_
            _JOSIAH BROWN_                             _21_
            _SPRING HAS COME_                          _22_
            _THE BROTHER_                              _23_
            _AH!_                                      _24_
            _OH!_                                      _25_
            _THE CHURCH BELL_                          _26_
            _THE SCHOOL BELL_                          _27_
            _THE TEA BELL_                             _28_
            _THE DANDELIONS AND THE BABY_              _29_
            _SUSANNAH AND ROSALBA TEABOUT_       _30_, _31_
            _NOBBY BOBBY_                              _32_
            _AMY_                                      _33_
            _NOISY WILLIAM_                            _34_
            _THE JAPANESE DOLL_                        _35_
            _SLEEP, BABY, SLEEP_                       _36_
            _FRIGHTENED MINNIE_                  _37_, _38_
            _PEGGIE AND LOLLIE_            _39_, _40_, _41_
            _SOAP BUBBLES_                       _42_, _43_
            _THE SIX LITTLE CHICKENS_            _44_, _45_
            _MAUDIE’S MARIGOLDS_                 _46_, _47_
            _PAUL_                                     _48_
            _JOHNNY_                                   _49_
            _BROTHER TOODLES_                          _50_
            _WHAT HAVE I BEHIND MY BACK?_              _51_
            _THE ARRIVAL_                        _52_, _53_
            _COUSIN PRUE_                              _54_
            _THE BALLOON_                              _55_
            _JUANITA’S FAMILY_                   _56_, _57_
            _TRICKSY_                            _58_, _59_
            _BETSY BRAKEN_                             _60_
            _THE TURTLE_                               _61_
            _A LUMP OF SUGAR_                          _62_
            _GOOD-NIGHT_                               _63_
            _FINIS_                                    _64_

[Illustration: INDEX]




[Illustration: [JOSEPHINE MAUD]]




[Illustration: [JOSEPHINE MAUD]]


          _Did you think that Josephine Maud was asleep,
          Lying down there on the floor in a heap?
          Oh, deary me, no! you have made a mistake;
          Josephine Maud was quite wide awake._

          _Then why did she lie there, so long, and so still?
          I can’t bear to tell you, and yet—well, I will;
          Josephine Maud was a sad, bad girl,
          She threw down her doll with a toss and a whirl:_

          _She crushed its pink nose, she tore off its wig,
          She whipped her poor doll with a crabapple sprig;
          But temper don’t last, and when it was past,
          Poor Josephine Maud felt very downcast._

          _“Oh! Josephine Maud!” cried her mother, in sorrow,
          “Now what will you do for a dolly tomorrow?”
          “Dear! dear! I’m so sorry,” said poor Josephine:
          And seldom since then has her temper been seen._




[Illustration: [NAUGHTY TOMMY WARNER]]


                         _Tommy!
                         Tommy!
                       Oh, where is Tommy Warner?
                           Naughty boys
                           Break their toys,—
                       Tommy’s in the corner!_




[Illustration: [PAPA HAS GONE TO SEA]]


                      _Heigh ho! heigh ho!
                    Papa has gone to sea.
                      Heigh ho! Heigh ho!
                    What will he bring to me?
                        Shells and corals and a toy!
                        Won’t I be a happy boy!_




[Illustration: [THE MERRY LITTLE TAR]]


                   _Oh, what glory
                   Is in the story
                 Of the boy who went to sea;
                     For he’d sailor clothes
                     And a sunburnt nose
                 And a laugh that was merry and free!_

                   _He climbed so fast
                   The topsail past,
                 And he laughed so loud in his glee,
                     Till a stormy blast
                     Blew him off the mast,
                 And a shark ate him up for his tea!_




[Illustration: [LILLIE LANSING]]


                        _Lillie!
                        Lillie!
                      Ah, here is Lillie Lansing:
                          Right foot!
                          Left foot!
                      Lilian is dancing._




[Illustration: [BED-TIME]]


                           _Fred!
                           Fred!
                         Oh, where is Fred?
                             Eight o’clock!
                             Nine o’clock!
                         Fred has gone to bed._




[Illustration: [HOOPLE]]


                  _Our hooples are rolling around;
                  They’re rolling all over the ground.
                      Who can tell but some day
                      They’ll roll far away,
                  And never, no never, be found._




[Illustration: [THE RACE]]


                  _Good-day! Good-day!
                  Bring out your sleigh,
                      The snow blows in my face, oh!
                  Good-bye! Good-bye!
                  And away we fly!
                      Now who will win the race, oh?_




[Illustration: [SUNSET]]


                _Girls and boys come out to-day,
                The sun is shining on the hay;
                    Yellow and bright is the rising sun,
                    All is gay, and the day’s begun._




[Illustration: [THE BATH]]


            _On a hot summer day, some little fat sparrows
            Thought ’twould be cooling to fly, swift as arrows,
        Over the wall to a nice shady nook
        And take a fresh bath in the clear flowing brook!
          But they splashed, and they chirped,
            And made such a commotion,
          That they turned the clear brook
            To a miniature ocean;
          And the two little sisters,
          Who had watched them at play,
        Laughed out so gayly, it scared them away._




[Illustration: [MY DICKY BIRD]]


                         _My dicky bird!
                         My dicky bird!
                     Where can he be, poor thing?
                           He is sitting alone
                           On a green mossy stone,
                     Trying his best to sing._




[Illustration: [CROQUET]]


                        _Oh, come let us play
                      A game of croquet,
                      Cried rosy-cheeked May
                        To her sister one day._

                        _They played a great game,
                      And then had another;
                      May won the first,
                        But Jane won the other._




[Illustration: [THE CAT AND THE HAT]]


                        _I tell you that
                        I’ve lost my hat;
                      It’s full of roses red.
                          I do wish that
                          I had my hat
                      To tie upon my head!_

                        _I threw it down,
                        Caught up my gown,
                      And ran to catch my cat;
                          I did not get
                          My little pet,
                      And could not find my hat._

                        _Now one, two, three,
                        And, oh, dear me!
                      Whatever shall I do?
                          I’ve lost my hat
                          And my pet cat,
                      Yes, and my temper too._




[Illustration: [JOSIAH BROWN]]


                         _Josiah Brown
                         Has come to town,
                       He has a pink bouquet;
                           He brought it straight
                           From Applegate,
                       To give to little May._




[Illustration: [SPRING HAS COME]]


                     _The green grass is growing,
                     And a fresh breeze is blowing,
                 And a red robin’s learning to fly, oh!
                       There’s a bush and a pond,
                       And what is beyond?
                 Nothing but bright blue sky, oh!_




[Illustration: [THE BROTHER]]


                  _Two little boys with flying hair,
                    Where summer winds are blowing.
                  Don’t you wish that you were there?
                    For o’er the waves they’re going._




[Illustration: [AH!]]


                                 _AH!_




[Illustration: [OH!]]


                               _OH!!!!!!_




[Illustration: [THE CHURCH BELL]]




[Illustration: [THE SCHOOL BELL]]


                      _Ding dong, ding dong,
                      Sang out a bell;
                  And off to church went pretty Nell,
                    Went pretty Nell,
                    Went pretty Nell,
                  And off to church went pretty Nell._

                      _Ding dong, dang dong,
                      Called out a bell;
                  And off to school ran pretty Nell,
                    Ran pretty Nell,
                    Ran pretty Nell,
                  And off to school ran pretty Nell._




[Illustration: [THE TEA BELL]]


                       _Dingling, dingling,
                       Laughed out a bell;
                   And home to tea came pretty Nell,
                     Came pretty Nell,
                     Came pretty Nell,
                   And home to tea came pretty Nell._

                       _Hurry, pretty Nelly,
                       Patty cakes and jelly;
                         The tea is hot
                         In the big tea-pot,
                       Singing for you, Nelly._




[Illustration: [THE DANDELIONS AND THE BABY]]


                     _Oh, dandelions, dandelions,
                       What have you there?—
                     A rosy little baby
                       With yellow, yellow hair._

                     _But, dandelions, dandelions,
                       What can she do?—
                     Pucker up her little mouth
                       And throw a kiss to you!_




[Illustration: [SUSANNAH AND ROSALBA TEABOUT]]




[Illustration: [SUSANNAH AND ROSALBA TEABOUT]]


                 _Two tiny shiny negroes,
                   Standing there so shy,
                 Half hidden in the dripping clothes
                   Hanging up to dry._

                 _Some one’s coming up the road,
                   Will she pass them by?
                 They pull the clothes about them close
                   And peep out of one eye._

                 “_Dat’s dear Miss Nancy Dawson
                   What am it she’s got dar?
                 I t’ink it’s beau’ful oranges,
                   Jes’ like her golden ha’r._”

                 _“Come here! Susannah Teabout,”
                   Sweet Nancy Dawson cried,
                 As out between the table-cloths
                   Susannah’s face she spied._

                 _Susannah bashfully came forth.
                   Asked Nancy, “Where is Rose?”
                 Just then a timid giggle
                   Came from behind the clothes._

                 _So Susie went and quickly brought
                   Rosalba into view,
                 And Nancy gave them each some fruit,
                   And bade them both “adieu”._




[Illustration: [NOBBY BOBBY]]


                 _Do look at little Bobbie!
                 Dear me! he is so nobbie!
             He struts about with a walking-stick,
             And carries a watch that goes tick, tick!
                         Tick, tock!
                         Tick, tock!
                       Tick, tick, tick!
             Look at little Bobbie with his walking-stick._




[Illustration: [AMY]]


                              _Amy!
                              Amy!
                      Oh, where is Amy Clare?
                          Little cats
                          On funny mats
                      She’s working for the fair._




[Illustration: [NOISY WILLIAM]]


                        _There was a little boy,
                    And he had a little drum:
                    Ta ratta, ta ratta, tum-tum!
                      He played very loud,
                      And he played very fast—
                    Ta rumpa, ta rumpa, bum-bum!_

                        _He rattled away,
                        And away did he play:
                    Ta ratta, ta ratta, tum-tum!
                      Till he made all the boys
                      Stop their ears at his noise—
                    Ta rumpa, ta rumpa, bum-bum!_




[Illustration: [THE JAPANESE DOLL]]


                     _My dolly is a Japanese,
                   And will not say his A, B, C’s,
                     No matter how I coax and tease.
                   That naughty, naughty Japanese!_




[Illustration: [SLEEP BABY SLEEP]]


                  _Go to sleep, my little baby.
                    See! the sun has gone to sleep;
                  Dream of bright white snow, my baby,
                    Soft and white and deep!
                  Dream of pretty flowers, baby,
                    Pink or white or blue.
                  Pretty little dreams, my baby,
                    Angels send to you!_




[Illustration: [FRIGHTENED MINNIE]]


        _Out from the trees in an unlooked-for place
        Runs Dorothy Daw with a frightful false-face,
              That grins and glares,
              And thoroughly scares
        Poor Minnie, who thinks it a terrible sight.
              But, Minnie, don’t you mind it!
              There’s a smiling face behind it—
        Very naughty is Miss Dorothy to give you such a fright._




[Illustration: [FRIGHTENED MINNIE]]




[Illustration: [PEGGIE AND LOLLIE]]


                        _Peggie and Lollie,
                        Two little girls jolly;
                      They skipped the rope
                          In the summer sun!_

                        _They counted six, seven,
                        Eight, nine, ten, eleven,
                      And were tired, indeed,
                          When they had done._




[Illustration: [PEGGIE AND LOLLIE]]




[Illustration: [PEGGIE AND LOLLIE]]




[Illustration: [SOAP BUBBLES]]


          _The bubbles are gay as they float away,
          And gayly they’re blown and wafted to-day.
            Merrily rings the childish laughter,
            Echoing straight from floor to rafter.
              Even baby wond’ring stands,
              Clapping both her tiny hands.
            Bubbles are pretty, and float around,
            But why do they burst when they touch the ground?_




[Illustration: [SOAP BUBBLES]]




[Illustration: [THE SIX LITTLE CHICKENS]]


                         _There were six
                         Little chicks,
                       And little girls two,
             And a bush of sweet-brier grew near:
                         “The chicks must be fed,”
                         The little girls said.
             “Here, chickies, here, chickies, come here!”_

                     _Then came they at last,
                     The chickens, so fast,
             And ate all the corn they could find;
                     But one little chick
                     Was not nearly so quick
                 As the others who left him behind!_




[Illustration: [THE SIX LITTLE CHICKENS]]




[Illustration: [MAUDIES MARIGOLDS]]


                       _Down from the sill
                     To a sunnier spot,
                       Maud carefully carried
                     Each funny red pot._

                       _She pulled every weed,
                     She sprinkled each flower,
                       She worked hard, indeed,
                     Every day for an hour;_

                       _And when she had finished,
                     They grew up so bright;
                       She clapped her fat hands,
                     And danced with delight._




[Illustration: [MAUDIES MARIGOLDS]]




[Illustration: [PAUL]]


                                _Paul!
                                Paul!
                        Oh, where is Paul?
                            Let me think!
                            At the rink?
                        Paul will have a fall!_




[Illustration: [JOHNNY]]


                              _Johnny!
                              Johnny!
                      Oh, where did Johnny creep?
                              Upstairs,
                              Downstairs,
                      Johnny’s fast asleep._




[Illustration: [BROTHER TOODLES]]


                  _“Come hither, ‘Brother Toodles,’
                    Let me deck your pretty head;”
                  And quickly round poor Toodles’ neck
                    Was hung a wreath of red._

                  _But Toodles didn’t like the leaves;
                    He tried to tear them loose;
                  But, though he madly rushed about,
                    He found it was no use._




[Illustration: [WHAT HAVE I BEHIND MY BACK?]]


                     _What have I behind my back?
                       Dear me, can’t you guess it?
                     Nothing but my empty hands,
                       If I must confess it._




[Illustration: [THE ARRIVAL]]




[Illustration: [THE ARRIVAL]]


              “_Oh, papa, dear papa is coming,
                A long year he’s been far away.
              Do you wonder we’ve cut all the roses
                To make his home sunny and gay?_

              _“Oh, hush, happy child, with your prattle,
                I think I hear horses approach,”—
              In a second lay scattered the roses.
                For papa, had sprung from the coach!_




[Illustration: [COUSIN PRUE]]


                        _“What can you do,
                        Cousin Prue, cousin Prue?”
                    “Well—not much, indeed;
                          But I know
                          I can sew,
                    And can write, and can read.”_

                        _“Well what else can you do,
                        My smart cousin Prue?”
                    “Not much, I’m afraid;
                            But I think
                            I could drink
                    Some nice cool lemonade.”_




[Illustration: [THE BALLOON]]


                         _“A balloon! a balloon!”
                     Shouted Tommy; “See there!
                         Oh, Peggotty, look at it
                     Sail through the air!”_

                         “_It’s as big as the moon,
                     That jolly balloon,
                         And as high in the sky
                     It will be very soon._”




[Illustration: [JUANITA’S FAMILY]]


                  _I’ll tell you, if you’d like to hear,
                Where all my dolls are from;
                  Poor little things, they cannot speak,
                They are all deaf and dumb._

                  _Well, Lee Hing is from China,
                Kisara’s from Japan;
                  Lee Hing has a little tub,
                Kisara a big fan._

                  _Fritzie? He’s from Germany,
                And Bébé ’way from France;
                  Fritzie, he can sing a song,
                And Bébé, she can dance._

                  _Good Biddy is from Ireland,
                And she can milk the cow;
                  But last of all, my little dog—
                Come, Beauty, say “bow-wow!”_




[Illustration: JUANITA’S FAMILY]




[Illustration: [TRICKSY]]


                _Poor tricky Tricksy is now no more;
                  He’s dead!—’tis sad, but true;
                Ah, many were the funny tricks
                  That Tricksy was wont to do:_

                _He’d rush upon a dozing frog
                  That blinked beside a mossy log,
                And wildly glare and bark at it,
                  And nearly put it in a fit._

                _Then calmly Tricksy would walk away,
                  And wag his tail as though to say:
                “Cowardice is not a virtue—
                  Tricksy is not the dog to hurt you!”_

                _One day a dog that played with him
                  Jumped in the river for a swim.
                Poor Tricksy went after, with a bound,—
                  Ah, foolish dog! for he was drowned._

                _Poor tricky Tricksy is now no more;
                  He’s dead!—’tis sad, but true;
                Too many were the little tricks
                  This dog had tried to do._




[Illustration: [TRICKSY]]




[Illustration: [BETSY BRAKEN]]


                                _Betsy!
                                Betsy!
                      Why, where is Betsy Braken?
                            Across the lane,
                            And back again,
                      To have her picture taken!_




[Illustration: [THE TURTLE]]


                        “_What have you there,
                    You fat little things?
                        It is not a fish,
                    And it has no wings._”

                        _“You say it’s a turtle,
                    But what is that, pray?”
                        “Why, a turtle’s a turtle,”
                    Cried pert little May._




[Illustration: [A LUMP OF SUGAR]]


                       _“Well, birdie, hollo!
                     Why are you so mum?
                       Surely, dear birdie,
                     You’re glad that I’ve come,”_

                       _So birdie said “peep,”
                       And looked very sweet;
                           A big lump of sugar
                         Bell gave it to eat._




[Illustration: “GOOD-NIGHT”]


                       _The clock has struck seven,
                     And, well—yes, you might,
                       As you’re such a good child,
                     Kiss my dolly “good-night.”_




[Illustration: _THE END._]


[Illustration: [BACK COVER]]

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                          TRANSCRIBER’S NOTES


 ● Typos fixed; non-standard spelling and dialect retained.
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