THE LITTLE TEA BOOK 



The blue delft plates and dishes gleam, all 



ranged upon the shelf ; 



The tall Dutch clock tick-ticks away, just talk- 

 ing to itself ; 

 The brindled pussy cuddles down, and basks 



and blinks and purrs ; 



And rosy, sleepy Grietje droops that snow- 

 white cap of hers. 

 " I do like winter after all ; I 'm very glad," 



says she, 



'*! put my little kettle on to make a 

 cup of tea ! "HELEN GIUT CONE. 



