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Show JUST FOLKS 1 1 By tvUO-Yit A. GUKMb I LITTLE FEE! There Im m music quite so sweet As palter of a baby's foct. Who never hears ulong the lull The sound of tiny feet that fall Upon the floor, so soft and low As eagerly they come or go, H Has missed, no matter who he be, Life's most inspiring symphony. There is a music of the spheres - I Too fine to ring in mortal ear. H Yet not more delicate and fewest Bl Than pattering of baby feet, j Where'er I hear that plt-a-pal mm Which falls upon tho velvet mat, I Out of my dreamy nap I start H And hear the echo in my heart. I Tis difficult to put in words H The music of the summer birds, H Yet far more difficult a thing A lyric for that pattering; I Hero le a music telling me I Ot golden Joys that aro to be, Unheralded by horns or drum.-., M To me a regal caller comes. Now on my couch I lie and hear A little toddler coming near. I Coming right boldly to my place I To pull my hair and pat my face, B Undaunted by my nge or size, I Not 1 ring that 1 am not Wise, I A visitor devoid of sham W Who loves me Just for what I am r This soft. low music tells to me In Just a minute I shall be Made captive by a thousand charms. Held fat by chubby little arms. For there Is one upon tho way Who thinks tho world was made loi-play. loi-play. Oh. where'fl tho sound that's half so sweet As pattering of baby feet? 00 I IF Vi n kltE WELL BRED You W'lll dress, for the street, so fefl (J to pass unobserved In a manner nxt N to attract attention. j You will, when hostess, dress some- '! what more simply than your guest . are llkelv to. You will, if a Miss, wear little Jew- elry t0 R ball. L I |