214 THE CHILD IN THE GARDEN 



Tiny trees for tiny dames 

 These must all be fairy names ! 



Tiny woods below whose boughs 

 Shady fairies weave a house ; 

 Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme, 

 Where the braver fairies climb ! 



Fair are grown-up people's trees, 

 But the fairest woods are these ; 

 Where, if I were not so tall, 

 I should live for good and all. 



ROBEET Louis STEVENSON. 



THE SWEET, RED ROSE 



" GOOD morrow, little rose-bush, 

 Now prythee, tell me true : 

 To be as sweet as a sweet, red rose 

 What must a body do ? " 



'' To be as sweet as a sweet, red rose 



A little girl like you 



Just grows and grows and grows and grows 

 And that's what she must do." 



MARY MAPES DODGE. 



