24 THE CORN LADY 



Few wants, pure hopes and noble ends, 

 Some land to till and a few good friends, 



Like you, old Bay, 



And you, old Gray, 

 That's what I've learned by going away." 



And a happy man is Farmer John 

 Oh, a rich and happy man is he! 

 He sees the peas and pumpkins growing, 

 The corn in tassel, the buckwheat blowing, 



And fruit on vine and tree; 

 The large, kind oxen look their thanks 

 As he rubs their foreheads and pats their flanks ; 

 The doves light round him and strut and coo; 

 Says Farmer John, "I'll take you, too; 



And you, old Bay, 



And you, old Gray, 

 Next time I travel so far away." 



TROWBRIDGE. 



The whole school has a part in it and the 

 front of the schoolroom is the barnyard. One 

 of the big boys read the play and the rest 

 acted their parts. One youngster delighted 

 to be the dog and how he did jump and bark 

 at the right place ! The little primaries were 

 the doves. Two of the girls were "Old Bay" 

 and "Old "Gray." When my Tennessee boy 

 was through reading it the other day, I said : 



"Do you like the farm best?" 



"Indeed, I do," he answered. 



