1.As soon as father’s had his tea，And after all his work is done，He lights the lamp，and says to me，“Now，bring the paper，little one.”
Then mother wheels his chair around，And this is just the way he sits；But I don‘t make the slightest sound When father reads and mother knits.
2.I wonder what the papers say To father when he reads at night？You know I only read in play，And father reads the papers right.But when I sit upon the stool，To find out what the papers tell，He says next year I’ll go to school，And learn to read and write and spell.
3.I‘m waiting here for father now；The toast is made，the tea is set；And when he comes he’ll kiss my brow，And say I am his darling pet.
“Has baby mine been good to-day？”He‘ll ask when he sits down to tea；And mother，she will smile and say，“My little one’s been helping me.”
4.He‘ll take his chair，when tea is done，And wheel it to the fire，and say，“Now，where’s the paper，little one？
Have you been reading it to-day？”He‘ll hold it in his hand like me，-I know the very way he sits；But I’ll be still as still can beWhen father reads and mother knits.
