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Title: The ways of Eleanor
Year: 1908 (1900s)
Authors: Clark, Julia Gilman
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Publisher: (Hartford, Conn.) Priv. print. (The Case, Lockwood & Brainard Company)
Contributing Library: The Library of Congress
Digitizing Sponsor: Sloan Foundation

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. . 35 THE BUTTERFLY, . 36 THE ELEVATOR, 37 SANTA CLAUS, .... 38 OUT TO THE BARN, 40 A VALENTINE, 41 SEASHORE TOWN. . 42 LEARNING GERMAN, 45 THE LITTLE BABY, . 46 THE MOUNTAINS, 49 THE PIGGIES One little, two little, three little pigs, And two more piggies make five. See how they wiggle, and see how they jiggle, Im sure theyre all alive. And here are some piggies just like the others. Both in two straight rows. And what do I call my piggies small? The babys tiny toes. The first is eeny, the second is meeny,While others are miny and mo.And whenever the baby takes a walkThe piggies are sure to go. BEDTIME When all my smiles have run awayAnd left me quite alone to play,While it has grown too dark to seeWhere in the world they all can be,When all the stories have been told,And all my toys have grown quite old,Then Dada comes and carries meUp in his arms where I can seeThe clock and pictures on the wall,—And Dada never lets me fall.Or else with Uncle George I play,Riding pickaback away.
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MY TOYS My mother puts my nicest toys upon the bookcase shelf,Away up high, where she can hardly handle them herself.Theres the rabbit and the lambie, the green frog and the cow,The little man that dances and the brown bow-wow.The cat that beats the drum, the bear and sailor boy.And others, too, so probably most every kind of toy. This long procession greets me in the morning when Im dressed.And then my mother lets me have the one I like the best.Its only one or two I get, the others always stayUntil I think I like Ihem best, perhaps some other day.But far too high my toys are placed, I often wonder why.The table would be better, for its just as tall as I. ROCKABYE Rockabye, rockabye, Grandma and I, Safe and snug in her arms I lie. And this is the journey were taking to-day, Off to the land of the Sleepy Way. Sometimes the journey is hard and long,So we make it easy with story and song,And I listen to all that Grandma will say,As we travel along to the Sleepy Way. We pass through the

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