RIDDLES.

I have only one foot, but thousands of toes;

My one foot stands well, but never goes;

I've a good many arms, if you count them all,

But hundreds of fingers, large and small;

From the ends of my fingers my beauty grows;

I breathe with my hair, and I drink with my toes;

I grow bigger and bigger about the waist

Although I am always very tight laced;

None e'er saw me eat — I've no mouth to bite!

Yet I eat all day, and digest all night.

In the summer, with song I shake and quiver,

But in winter I fast and groan and shiver.