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Show THAT BROTHER OF MINE. Who is it comes in like a whirlwind And closer the door with a slam. And, before he has tjkeri his hat off, Calls o'lt for ''fome bread and eome jam J Who i it that w histles so loudly. As he woiks ui some tanttle of twine That will send his kite up into cloudland? Why, of course, it 's that brother of mine. n h i is it that, when I am weary, Has always a hole iu his coat,' A button to se, ou in a hurry, A ?a 1 to be made for a boat? Who is it that keeps ;n my basket Kis marbljs an f long li-hing line. And expects, undisturbed, there to find them? No one else "t ut that brother of mine. Who is it thst tiptoes about softly, Whenever I'm sick or in pain, ' And is every minute foreettinjr And whistling st me head-splitting strain ? Who is it that when he is trying To lie just as stlii us he can. Is always most terribly noisy? My brother, of course he's the man. Who i,. it I'd rather have by me When in need of a true, hanest friend; Who is it I sh.-ill mis-s sadly When his boy ho d has come to an end? And when iie is f ir from his old home, And I loiur for a gliu'.pse of sunshine. Whom then do you think I shall send for? Why, of course, for that brother of wine. Agnes L. Pratt in Good Hovstkeepinth |