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CARRY'S TROUBLES.
Demure little Carry, eleven to-day,
Has a world of annoyances, truly,
Assuming the charge, in a sisterly way,
Of venturesome Kitty and mischievous May,
And bold Master Max, the unruly.
Has a world of annoyances, truly,
Assuming the charge, in a sisterly way,
Of venturesome Kitty and mischievous May,
And bold Master Max, the unruly.
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Of course there is nurse to decide what is best,
In cases of reckless resistance;
But if nurse is the captain it must be confessed
That Carry affords, with unwearying zest,
A corporal's watchful assistance.
In cases of reckless resistance;
But if nurse is the captain it must be confessed
That Carry affords, with unwearying zest,
A corporal's watchful assistance.
When Kitty was found up the pear-tree, last week,
With skirts in the branches entangled,
How long but for Carry's most opportune shriek,
Beholding the sister she wandered to seek,
Would Kitty, head-downwards, have dangled?
With skirts in the branches entangled,
How long but for Carry's most opportune shriek,
Beholding the sister she wandered to seek,
Would Kitty, head-downwards, have dangled?
And May, fairy May, with her curls' glossy gold,
And the brown eyes glimmering under,
Were it not for the hand-clasp so firm to hold,
From her restless gypseyings manifold
Would she come back as safe, I wonder?
And the brown eyes glimmering under,
Were it not for the hand-clasp so firm to hold,
From her restless gypseyings manifold
Would she come back as safe, I wonder?
And Max—what so hazardous he would not dare,
All peril disdaining sublimely,
If somehow a hand were not always just there,
Intent upon saving Papa's son and heir
In time, from an end most untimely?
All peril disdaining sublimely,
If somehow a hand were not always just there,
Intent upon saving Papa's son and heir
In time, from an end most untimely?
Poor Carry laments, now and then, that her days
Are troubled—with good reason, truly!
And yet, how the love which they bear her repays
For all Kitty's pranks and all mischief of May's,
All capers of Max, the unruly.
Are troubled—with good reason, truly!
And yet, how the love which they bear her repays
For all Kitty's pranks and all mischief of May's,
All capers of Max, the unruly.
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