TO THE LITTLE FOLKS.

Otago Witness, Issue 1848, 22 April 1887, Page 35

TO THE LITTLE FOLKS.

The little folks wonder— why should they not? i j Who can she be who calls herself " Dot, „ , .» Where does she live— how does she look j , , J , Does she talk in the house like Bhe does in a book ? Whether she's ugly, or tallieh, or small, . ' j The curious little folks can't tell at all. % | They write her nice letters, and often they say, " I hope, my dear Dot, I shall see you one day ; But how should I know you"?, Ah, there, lies s the fun. i - -■-.'•*, '■ •• pI can walk, read, write, talk, eat,. Bleep, laugh ;\and run Just the same as you can-dear,ones I am not Jnauy'way'differetft becausel auf " Dot.". f Often some of you pass me in walking the street And whenever a nice little fellow I meet,' I say to'myself, " Perhaps he' will write ' A letter to go in the Witness to-night," And every dear girlie I see in each spot I «ay 'SPerhaps she writes letters to " Dot." *■ I might be a grandmother, wrinkled and old, With a shawl oa my shoulders', to'keep out the'cold. Or I might be a fairy, who comes out at night. Simply the stories to jou dears tow.rite; . Or i might be a mother— all fairyhood gone— With a nice little boy and girl for my own. But whoever 1 am— and whatever I do, O{ one thing be certain— my fondness for you, Be yon little or big in my heart there's a spot that BofttjUß for you— yqur affectionate " Dot."