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BEGINNING YOUNG.
Did I have a nice time at the party?
Well, rather, Mamma; but you see,
The boys, from the smallest to largest,
Were timid as timid could be.
Well, rather, Mamma; but you see,
The boys, from the smallest to largest,
Were timid as timid could be.
Boys always are silly at parties;
I wonder why girls always act
With twice as much manners and breeding?
It seems a remarkable fact.
I wonder why girls always act
With twice as much manners and breeding?
It seems a remarkable fact.
I saw such a nice little fellow,
With glossy brown curls, there to-night;
His face would have made a sweet picture,
So pleasant and rosy and bright.
With glossy brown curls, there to-night;
His face would have made a sweet picture,
So pleasant and rosy and bright.
But, then, he was awfully bashful,
This boy with the brown curly hair;
I don't think he spoke the whole evening;
The poor little soul did n't dare.
This boy with the brown curly hair;
I don't think he spoke the whole evening;
The poor little soul did n't dare.
I liked him, but somehow it vexed me
To have him sit still and not speak;
I'm sure 't would have given me pleasure
Right sharply to slap his plump cheek.
To have him sit still and not speak;
I'm sure 't would have given me pleasure
Right sharply to slap his plump cheek.
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I punished him well by-and-by, though;
Don't tell it, Mamma, if you please;
But, oh, what a kiss I did give him,
Poor darling, in Pillows and Keys!
Don't tell it, Mamma, if you please;
But, oh, what a kiss I did give him,
Poor darling, in Pillows and Keys!
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