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!