The Lions of the Lord - A Tale of the Old West by Harry Leon Wilson
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"And I never again shall expect to hear said
That she pouts at her milk with a toast of white bread, When both are as good as can possibly be-- Though Betsey, for breakfast, perhaps may have tea." With no sort of propriety could be set down in printed words the occurrence that led to her reciting twenty times, somewhat defiantly in the beginning, but at last with the accents and expression of countenance proper to remorse, the following verses:-- "Who was it that I lately heard Repeating an improper word? I do not like to tell her name Because she is so much to blame." Indeed, she came to thunder the final verse with excellent gestures of condemnatory rage:-- "Go, naughty child! and hide your face, I grieve to see you in disgrace; Go! you have forfeited to-day All right at trap and ball to play." Nor is it necessary to go back of the very significant lines themselves to explain the circumstance of her having the following for a half-day's burden:-- "Jack Parker was a cruel boy, For mischief was his sole employ; And much it grieved his friends to find |
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