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PICTORIAL MISCELLANY. 



The Little Errand Runner. 



I NEVER saw a bairnie yet 

 An errand rin mair fleet than Mary, 

 And O she 's proud the praise to get, 

 When hame she trips as light 's a fairy. 

 In ae wee hand the change she grips, 

 And what she 's sent for in the ither, 

 Then Jike a lintie in she skips, 

 Sae happy aye to please her mither. 



She never stops wi' bairns to play, 



But a' the road as she gaes trottin', 



Croons to hersel what she 's to say, 



For fear a word should be forgotten ; 



And then as clear as A B C 



The message tells, without a blunder. 



And like a little eident bee, 



She 's hame again a perfect wonder. 



