GRAY LADY AND THE BIRDS 
Or “oriole” or “robin” 
Or “wren,” as it might be; 
She called them all by their first names, 
So intimate was she. 
And in the woods or garden 
She never picked a “ flower”’; 
But ‘‘anemones,”’ “ hepaticas,”’ 
Or “pansies,” by the hour. 
Both little girls loved bircs and flowers, 
But one love was the best : 
I need not point the moral; 
I’m sure you see the rest. 
For would it not be very queer, 
If when, perhaps, you came, 
Your parents had not thought worth while 
To give you any name? 
I think you would be quite upset, 
And feel your brain a-whirl, 
If you were not “Matilda Ann,” 
But just “‘a little girl”! 
— Auice W. Rotuins, in the Independent. 
