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 "The gardener's not here," her mother replied; He asked us to see his sweet flowers; "I trust, my dear child, you would not wish to steal,— These roses, you know, are not ours.

"Their beautiful fragrance you now can inhale, Their lovely, bright colors enjoy, Should you steal but one rose you'd be happy no more,  You would lose all this innocent joy."

"O no! dear mamma, I should not wish to steal, So I'll bid these sweet roses adieu! Now, Rover," said Ella, "we're ready to play,  And I will be happy with you."

IDA MAY.

No little girl More bright and gay, Or happier Than Ida May

As she ran off To school one day, And passed the store Of Mr. Gray,