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ARTFUL EVANGELINE
When Nursie says, “Evangeline,
'Tis time for Bedfordshire,
My dear!”
The little girl begins to crawl
Beneath the sofa near the wall,
And utters such a piercing squeal,
When Nursie tugs her by the heel,
That Uncle Robert rushes out
To see if brigands are about!
'Tis time for Bedfordshire,
My dear!”
The little girl begins to crawl
Beneath the sofa near the wall,
And utters such a piercing squeal,
When Nursie tugs her by the heel,
That Uncle Robert rushes out
To see if brigands are about!
When Cousin says, “Evangeline,
'Tis time for Bedfordshire,
My dear!”
The little girl begins to sniff
Inside her pocket-handkerchief;
Or tumbles with a heavy bump
Upon the hearthrug in a lump,
Till Cousin looks extremely vexed,
And Uncle Bob exclaims, “What next!”
'Tis time for Bedfordshire,
My dear!”
The little girl begins to sniff
Inside her pocket-handkerchief;
Or tumbles with a heavy bump
Upon the hearthrug in a lump,
Till Cousin looks extremely vexed,
And Uncle Bob exclaims, “What next!”
When Mother says, “Evangeline,
'Tis time for Bedfordshire,
My dear!”
The child is almost sure to gain,
By being sweet as sugar-cane,
A little longer time to sit
And watch her Auntie's fingers flit
Like birds among the ivory keys
To wake the laughing melodies.
'Tis time for Bedfordshire,
My dear!”
The child is almost sure to gain,
By being sweet as sugar-cane,
A little longer time to sit
And watch her Auntie's fingers flit
Like birds among the ivory keys
To wake the laughing melodies.
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When FATHER says, “Evangeline,
'Tis time for Bedfordshire,
My dear!”
Evangelina never thinks
Of being such a little minx
As when the others all declare
The hour has come for bath and prayer,
But gives to each of us a kiss
And goes to bed—a model miss!
'Tis time for Bedfordshire,
My dear!”
Evangelina never thinks
Of being such a little minx
As when the others all declare
The hour has come for bath and prayer,
But gives to each of us a kiss
And goes to bed—a model miss!
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