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FANS
My sister Kitty has lovely fans,—
Oh, ten times finer than sister Nan's!
Kitty's are beautiful—satin and pearl
(Kitty was always a dressy girl!)
Ebony, tortoise-shell, lace, and gold;
Shimmering, shining in every fold;
Bedecked and trimmed with fur and feather,—
And she needs them even in winter weather!
Oh, ten times finer than sister Nan's!
Kitty's are beautiful—satin and pearl
(Kitty was always a dressy girl!)
Ebony, tortoise-shell, lace, and gold;
Shimmering, shining in every fold;
Bedecked and trimmed with fur and feather,—
And she needs them even in winter weather!
Nan's (ah, how many she has!) are plain,
Clean, and cool as the summer rain;
Paper and palm-leaf fans are they,
Three for a dime, I have heard her say;
Strong and firm, yet light to bear,
And laden with cool, refreshing air,
As bound on errands of help and pity,
She carries them through the scorching city.
Clean, and cool as the summer rain;
Paper and palm-leaf fans are they,
Three for a dime, I have heard her say;
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And laden with cool, refreshing air,
As bound on errands of help and pity,
She carries them through the scorching city.
To-day she is sitting by tiny beds
Cooling poor little, suffering heads;
Fanning lightly—softly—slow
Till the little ones far into dreamland go.
Cooling poor little, suffering heads;
Fanning lightly—softly—slow
Till the little ones far into dreamland go.
I often think of these different fans,
Kitty's, so lovely—and sister Nan's.
Kitty's, so lovely—and sister Nan's.
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