Next the Head.
[By Harriet Prrscott Spofford.] Snob a dear, but such a dunce, Was that rosy little lass, Perfectly content to be
At the foot of her small class. Once we promised she should have Almost anything she would On the day when she cpnld soy She above the other stood. Naught she seemed to herd the wish, Loitering on the schoolward way, Never looking in her book. All absorbed in endless play. Judge then our surprise at last, Each day slipping like a bead, When she carelessly remarked Next the head she stood indeed. Next the head I Enough ! Enough 1 She should choose that afternoon From the dolls that moved their eyes, Said mamma, and sang a tone. Who, It happened then, we asked. In our scholar’s class might be— O, the innocent bine ejes ! “ Rosy Grey,” she said, " and rpe.”
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Evening Star, Issue 8364, 15 November 1890, Page 4 (Supplement)
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144Next the Head. Evening Star, Issue 8364, 15 November 1890, Page 4 (Supplement)
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