THE INDIGNANT BABY

Baby was out with Papa for a walk.

When their friends they met, it was “Oh!” and “Ah!”

“What a darling she is!” “Can the little kid talk?”

“Well — no; I do n't think that she can,” said Papa,

“Though she seems to understand.”

She was only two, but she understood,

And her small, rosy mouth was made up to cry —

But no! she would talk — she would show that she could.

And, “Mamma,” and “pretty,” and “laly” — “by-by,”

She said with a wave of her hand!