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 MOTHER.

And where would a wolf come from, pray; Biddy could not find one, should she try. 'T was a wicked thing for her to say,— She knew she was telling a lie.

Examine your chamber, my dear; Look carefully round before night, And if you can find a wolf here, I will certainly leave you a light.

WILLIE.

Mamma, you are laughing at me, There's no wolf anywhere to be found; I know there is nothing to see If I take all the day to look round.

MOTHER.

Then I hope you will not be afraid; Now tell me, my son, if you 're able, Of what mamma's candles are made, You see one stand there on the table.

WILLIE.

Of tallow and cotton, mamma; The candles are run in a mould. I went up one day with papa To the factory where they are sold.