er just cried; but my ma got down and pulled offhis dirty boots. My ! what faces she made ! And then he slid through just as easy! He was so dirty he had to have on one of my suits ; andit was so tight for him I thought the buttons would burst off.His face kept getting redder all the time. I wanted… … ONLY A CRICKET CHIRPING AWAY. Im only a cricket chirping away, In the fading light of an autumn day. When the flowers are dead, and the grasses dry, And the shrill, bleak winds go whistling by, — Then I sing my song with a louder cheer, For I know old Winters hovering near. 368 ONLY A CRICKET…
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