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A LITTLE SAMARITAN.
Well, Maudie, I trust that you're better:
I 've brought you some nice things from home;
Some jelly as clear as a crystal,
Some pot-cheese as white as the foam.
I 've brought you some nice things from home;
Some jelly as clear as a crystal,
Some pot-cheese as white as the foam.
And though your mamma has just told me
You don't care to eat now you 're sick,
They 're still rather pleasant to look at,
Like flowers that one must n't pick.
You don't care to eat now you 're sick,
They 're still rather pleasant to look at,
Like flowers that one must n't pick.
I hope you'll be well for my party;
Oh, Maudie, I should miss you so!
We 're going to have such lovely mottoes,
And oceans of goodies, you know.
Oh, Maudie, I should miss you so!
We 're going to have such lovely mottoes,
And oceans of goodies, you know.
And then your new dress is quite ready;
I shall not be jealous at all,
Though certain I am that you'll prove, love,
The recognized belle of the ball.
I shall not be jealous at all,
Though certain I am that you'll prove, love,
The recognized belle of the ball.
And now I 've some news for you, Maudie,
It ought to delight you to hear.
Perhaps it will act—there 's no telling—
As sort of a remedy, dear.
It ought to delight you to hear.
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As sort of a remedy, dear.
I met Charley Williams last evening.
He bade me be sure to repeat
This kind little message he sent you:
I'll whisper it—is n't that sweet?
He bade me be sure to repeat
This kind little message he sent you:
I'll whisper it—is n't that sweet?
Why, Maudie, you 're better already;
That laugh had a clear healthy sound.
(There 's nothing like news from the friends they love best
For bringing these sick people round).
That laugh had a clear healthy sound.
(There 's nothing like news from the friends they love best
For bringing these sick people round).
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