LITTLE POSTERITY.

Star (Christchurch), Issue 5279, 8 June 1895, Page 3

LITTLE POSTERITY.

WHAT MISS EDITH SAW FEOM: HEB WINDOW. Our window's not much— though it fronts on the street, There's a fly in the pane that gets nothing to eat, But it's curious how people think it's a treat _"or me to look out of the window ! Why, when company comes, and they're all speaking low With their chairs drawn together, then some one says, "O Edith, dear !— that's a good child— now run, love, and go And amuse yourself there atthe window 1" Or Boh— that's my brother— comes in with his chum, And they whisper and chuckle— the same words will come — Audit's "Edith, look here!— -Oh, I say! what a rum ! Lot of things you can see from that window ! " And yet, as I told you, there's only that fly Buzzing round in the pane, and a bit of blue sky, And the girl in the of posite window, that I Look at when she looks from her window. And yet, I've been thinking I'd so like to see If what goes on behind her goes on behind me ! And then, goodness gracious ! what fun it would be For us both as we 6it by our window ! How we'd see when the parcels were hid in the drawer, ' Or things taken out that we never see more ; What people come in and go out of the door That we nerer see from the window !

And that night when the stranger came home with our Jane I might see what I heard then— that sounded so plain — Like when my wet fingers I rub on the pane — (Which they won't let me do on my window).

And I'd know why papa shut the door with a slam And said something funny that sounded like jam ; And said " Edith, where are you ?" I said, " Here I am."

' — look out of the

"Ah, that's right, dear!"window."

They say when I'm grown up these things will appeaiMore plain than they do when I look at them here. But I think I see some things uncommonly clear As I sit and look down from the window.

What things? Oh, things that I make up, you know, Out of stories I've read— and they all pass below— AH Baba, tho Forty Thieves, all in a row, Go by as I look from my window.

That's only at church time ; other days there's no

crowd —

Don't laugh ! See that big man who looked up and bowed ?

That's our butcher — I call him the Sultan Mahoud When he nods to me thereat the window !

And that man— he's onr neighbour— just gone for a • ride. Has three wives in the churchyard that lie side by side ; So I call him old "Blue Beard" in search of his

bride, While I'm " Sister Ann " at the window,

And what do I call you ? Well, hero's what Ido : When my sister expectß you she puts me here too. But I wait till you enter to see if it's you, And then— l just open the window !

"Dear child!" Yes, that's me Oh, you ask what that's for ? Well, you know papa says you'ro a poet— and more,

That you're Poverty's self ! So— when you'ro at tho door— I let lovefly out of tho window.