Under the Eaves by Anonymous



The ba-by in the house and

the ba-by in the barn, are

great friends. The barn ba-

by is not per-mit-ted to come

in-to the house, but the house

ba-by vis-its the barn ev-er-y

day.

The house ba-by is a year

old, and the barn ba-by is

just a year old too; but the

house ba-by can on-ly take

lit-tle trem-bling steps, hold-

ing fast by moth-er's hand,

while the barn ba-by, if he

can on-ly get out of doors,

throws up his heels and runs

a-cross the fields, and no-bod-y

can catch him. The house

ba-by laughs to see him go, and

dear-ly likes his red hair, and

feel his two stout lit-tle horns,

And I think the barn ba-by likes to

feel the soft hand of

his lit-tle

friend

from the

house, for

some-times

there is salt, and

some-times there

is su-gar on the

lit-tle pink palm,

and the barn ba-

by licks it off

with his rough

tongue. Once the barn ba-by

tried to say, "Thank you."

He tried this way: He reached

his head up and licked the

house ba-by's rose-pink cheek. The

house ba-by was scared, and so was the

house ba-by's moth-er—and she ran in-to

the house with him just as fast as she could; and

then pa-pa laughed at them both, and the barn ba-by

stood and looked over the fence for half an hour.