Is he hailing some comrade as blithe as he? 
  Now I wonder where Robert White can be! 
  O’er the billows of gold and amber grain
  There is no one in sight—­but, hark again: 
  “Bob White!  Bob White!  Bob White!”

  Ah!  I see why he calls; in the stubble there
  Hide his plump little wife and babies fair! 
  So contented is he, and so proud of the same,
  That he wants all the world to know his name: 
  “Bob White!  Bob White!  Bob White!”

—­GEORGE COOPER.

HOW MARY GOT A NEW DRESS

Mary lived a long time ago.  She was a little girl when your great-great-grandmother was a little girl.

In those days all cloth had to be made at home.  Aunt Dinah, Aunt Chloe, and Aunt Dilsey were kept busy spinning and weaving to make clothes for the whole plantation.

One day Mary’s mother said, “Aunt Dilsey, Mary needs a new dress, and I want you to weave some cloth at once.  Can you weave some very fine cloth?”

“Yes, ma’am,” said Aunt Dilsey.  “I have some cotton I’ve been saving to make her a dress.”

Aunt Dilsey got out the cards and carded the cotton smooth and fine.  Then she fastened a roll of this cotton to the spindle and sent the wheel whirling around with a “Zum-m-m-m—­Zum-m-m-m!”

Mary stood and watched the old woman.

[Illustration:  Mary watching Aunt Dilsey at spinning wheel]

“Aunt Dilsey,” she said, “the spinning wheel sings a song, and I know what it says.  Grandmother told me.  It says,

  ’A hum and a whirl,
  A twist and a twirl,
  This is for the girl
  With the golden curl! 
  Zum-m-m-m-m-m! 
  Zum-m-m-m-m-m!’”

“And that means you, honey,” said Aunt Dilsey.

When the yarn was ready, Aunt Dilsey fastened it in the loom and began to weave.  The threads went over and under, over and under.  As Aunt Dilsey wove, she hummed.  Mary stood by and sang this song,

  “Over and under and over we go,
  Weaving the cotton as white as the snow,
  Weaving the cloth for a dress, oh, ho! 
  As over and under and over we go.”

After the cloth had been woven, Aunt Dilsey took it out of the loom.  Then she bleached it until it was as white as snow.  Now it was ready to be made into a dress.

“Mother, do tell me how you are going to make the dress,” said Mary.  “Will it have ruffles on it like Sue’s?  Will it have trimming on it?  And how many buttons will you put on it?  Sue’s dress has twelve; I know, for I counted them.”

Mother did not answer all these questions; she just smiled as the scissors went snip, snip into the cloth.  But she did cut out ruffles, and Aunt Maria began to hem them.

[Illustration:  Mary with her mother and grandmother]

By and by grandmother came into the room.

“Mary,” she said, “here is some lace I got in England.  Mother may put it on your dress.”