Show the farmer the ime tanner sits alts in his easy chair smoking his pipe of clay while hla his hale old wife with busy care was waa cie clearing arini the dinner away A sweet little girl with fine blue elesy eye on her grandfathers knee was catching the flies the old eld man placed his hand on her hei head bead with a fi tear on hla his wrinkled face I 1 he thought how often of ten her mother dead had sat long ago in that place I 1 I 1 As the tha tear stole down from his halt half shut eye don t smoke said the child how it makes you ou cry cr the house dog doe slumber slum berd ld upon the floor where the sun after noon would steal the busy old wl alta fe by the open door was turning the spann ing wheel and tue the old brass clock on the mantle tree I 1 had plodded along to almost throe z I 1 still the farmer sat satin in his easy chair while close to his bis heaving breast the mol stend brow and head bead sa so fair air I 1 of 01 his dear grandchild was his frosty locks mid her soft hair lay past fast sleep asleep were they both on that summer day I 1 |