I wish she would not ask me if I love the Kitten more than her. Of course I love her. But I love the Kitten too: and It has fur. COW-BELLS. O what is there behind the hills, That all of the bells must know?— Over in all the light that fills The Valley with that glow? I followed a bell, and it all came true: Some down, and a yellow-bird; And Cedars—oh!—and specked with blue; And everything else I heard: Only whatever it is, behind The bell with the farthest call; The one I follow and never find, —The loveliest one of all. WIND. I let them call it just the Wind And tell me not to grieve: But I know all it left behind, And more than they believe. I know about the far-off lands Where people never sleep; They hide their faces in their hands, And rock and weep and weep. And I too little, all alone, To go and find them yet:— But oh, I hear!—When I am grown, I never will forget. THE MYSTIC. People say to me, ‘A Penny for your thought!’ And I can’t remember thinking; And I should think I ought. I wasn’t sleeping, either: I know that, because I saw things out of both my eyes. I wonder where I was. Now I’m back, I see them Sitting all around; And the noise together Makes a purring sound. But I know something more Than just awhile ago. I know something more!— I wonder what I know. THE MASTERPIECE. My mother cut it out for me And started it so I could see; And then she turned some edges in And let me take it to begin. I made it. But I did not know How very hard it is to sew. I took a long time for that stitch, And now it’s there, I don’t know which Is better. But not one is small, And they are not alike at all. That side was very hard to fix; And then the needle always pricks, But you must hold it and take care, Because the point is always there. And knots keep coming, by and by; And then, no matter how you try, The thread comes out of its old eye. · · · · · But someway, now I have it done,— I think it is a pretty one. LATE. My father brought somebody up, To show us all asleep. They came as softly up the stairs As you could creep. They whispered in the doorway there And looked at us awhile. I had my eyes shut up, but I Could feel him smile. I shut my eyes up close, and lay As still as I could keep; Because I knew he wanted us To be asleep. CAKES AND ALE. I’m always glad when Andrew comes. If only I am there, He stays awhile and talks to me As if he did not care. He took me to some Music once, When it was all for me: And O, I had a splendid time! And he said, so did he. It lasts, as if the Music still Went round and round the sky:— He said he had a good time, too; And I said, so did I! EARLY. I like to lie and wait to see My mother braid her hair. It is as long as it can be, And yet she doesn’t care. I love my mother’s hair. And then the way her fingers go; They look so quick and white,— In and out, and to and fro, And braiding...