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Show Tho Itoy'n Grnndinothcr. A stitch Is always dropping In the everlasting knltttniri And tho nni dies that I'vo thrroiled, no, you onuldn't count Unlay: And l'vo liunexl for the (lasses till I thought niy hcud wRsapllttlnir when thcro upon her forehead as calm M clocks they luy. I'vo rend to her till I was hoarse, tho l'salms und tho Kplstles. When tho oilier boys wcic buruluir tar barrels bar-rels dmrn tho street! And I've stnj cd und learned my verses when I heard their willow whistles. And I'vo stiitod nnd suld my chapter will) lire In both my feet. Out, thcro always Is a peppermint or a penny In her pocket: Thcro never was a pocket that was half so big nnd deep; And she lets the cnmllo In my room bum to tho vory socket. Wlillo sho stows and putters round about tilt I am sound asleep. And when I'vo been In swimming aftor father's raH I shouldn't. And mother bus her slipper off arAirdlug to the rules It sounds ns sweet as silver, tho voice thut suyj, "I wouldn't: Tho boy that won't go swimming such a day would bo u fuoll" Sometimes Micro's something In her voice as If sho gavo a blessing. And I look ut her u moment and I keep still as a mouse: And who sho Is by this time thcro Is no need of guessing: For there's nothing like n grandmother tu lmvo about tho housgl Independent. |