MONDAY MORNING
* * « In the tub on Monday morning All my dolly’s dresses go; There they dance among the bubbles Till they're white as snow. When I squeeze the water out And hang them up to dry, They wave the’ arms excitedltl To people passing by.
Backwards and forwards she ran, up and down. But Aunt Miralda did not change her mind. It was almost 3 o’clock; the little girls next door had gone already. June stood inside the fence and peeped through the palings. They must not see her, but oh, she must see them. She must see Peter Pollard’s patent leather shoes, and Brenda’s cape, the blue of cornflowers. She must see Gwenda’s hat with the ribbonbows. They were coming! She was crying now, little aching sobs choked her throat. Brenda passed, and Peter and Gwen, but she could not see them, not even Peter Pollard’s glossy shoes could she see, for the tears that burnt her eyes and fell down her little burning face, not even Brenda’s cape of cornflower blue. She only heard their footsteps passing, and Peter’s voice. “There’s going to be a cake with coloured candles.” She dropped down by the fence and
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Dominion, Volume 22, Issue 72, 18 December 1928, Page 26 (Supplement)
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198MONDAY MORNING Dominion, Volume 22, Issue 72, 18 December 1928, Page 26 (Supplement)
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