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A GUILTY CONSCIENCE.
How mean of Mamma not to kiss me,
Nor even to wish me good-night;
Of course I was ugly this morning,
And—all things considered—quite right.
Nor even to wish me good-night;
Of course I was ugly this morning,
And—all things considered—quite right.
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Why could n't Mamma have allowed me
That candy I wanted for lunch?
There 's nothing so lovely in school-time
As cocoa-nut candy to munch.
That candy I wanted for lunch?
There 's nothing so lovely in school-time
As cocoa-nut candy to munch.
But no; I could have bread-and-butter
And sponge-cake, and not a thing more,
And so I marched off in a tantrum;
I never was so mad before.
And sponge-cake, and not a thing more,
And so I marched off in a tantrum;
I never was so mad before.
Mamma has been grim as a grave-yard
From that time to this. And to-night
Just think of her not having kissed me!
She 's acting with horrible spite.
From that time to this. And to-night
Just think of her not having kissed me!
She 's acting with horrible spite.
She 's looked very sad the whole evening;
Her eyes seemed so mournful and deep.
(There 's something all wrong with my pillow;
I somehow can not get to sleep!)
Her eyes seemed so mournful and deep.
(There 's something all wrong with my pillow;
I somehow can not get to sleep!)
It 's horrid to be in the darkness
And think of how sad matters are;
Suppose I slip down to the parlor
And say a few words to Mamma.
And think of how sad matters are;
Suppose I slip down to the parlor
And say a few words to Mamma.
Suppose I just tell her I'm sorry;
I know she'll forgive me, the dear!
Perhaps when I come back, my pillow
Won't feel half so hot and so queer.
I know she'll forgive me, the dear!
Perhaps when I come back, my pillow
Won't feel half so hot and so queer.
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