Pearse, Mark Guy, 1842-1930 · New York : Nelson & Phillips ; Cincinnati : Hitchcock & Walden · leaf 66
ittle Mary came run-ning home to take me to chapel.It was her turn now. Why,father, how nice you do look!Doesnt he look nice, mother ? *So of course the little maid hadto kiss me ; and then she had to kiss hermother because she looked so happy. If shecould she would have kissed her own self forvery… … 64 John Tregenoweth : his Mark. folks about me—not like a broken string onthe fiddle, with music all about every-where,but none in ones self. To hear the folks withtheir Good morning, John, and A nicemorning, John, it was good to feel that allthe world wasnt quite ashamed of me. Why-lots o them…
