Illustrations

FROM DRAWINGS IN COLOR BY JESSIE WILLCOX SMITH

FACING PAGE

BED IN SUMMER

In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light.

FOREIGN LANDS

I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on foreign lands.

THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE

I was the giant great and still That sits upon the pillow-hill,

MY SHADOW

He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

FOREIGN CHILDREN

Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me?

LOOKING-GLASS RIVER

We can see our coloured faces Floating on the shaken pool

THE HAYLOFT

Oh, what a joy to clamber there, Oh, what a place for play, With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air, The happy hills of hay!

NORTH-WEST PASSAGE

And face with an undaunted tread The long black passage up to bed.

PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER

Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books.

THE LITTLE LAND

I have just to shut my eyes To go sailing through the skies-- To go sailing far away To the pleasant Land of Play;

THE FLOWERS

All the names I know from nurse: Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse, Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock, And the Lady Hollyhock.

TO AUNTIE

What did the other children do? And what were childhood, wanting you?