Nursery Rhyme. CCX. Riddles.

        [A Cinder-sifter.]

    A riddle, a riddle, as I suppose,
    A hundred eyes, and never a nose.

        [A star.]

    I have a little sister, they call her peep, peep;
    She wades the waters deep, deep, deep;
    She climbs the mountains high, high, high;
    Poor little creature she has but one eye.

        [A needle and thread.]

    Old mother Twitchett had but one eye,
    And a long tail which she let fly;
    And every time she went over a gap,
    She left a bit of her tail in a trap.

    Pease-porridge hot, pease-porridge cold,
    Pease-porridge in the pot, nine days old.
    Spell me that without a P,
    And a clever scholar you will be.

        [A candle.]

    Little Nancy Etticoat,
    In a white petticoat,
    And a red nose;
    The longer she stands,
    The shorter she grows.

        [Gloves.]

    As I was going o'er London Bridge,
    I met a cart full of fingers and thumbs!