SEVEN YEARS OLD. THE NAUGHTY DAY. You need nt look at me, Puss Gray, And rumple up your silly fur !For you were naughty too, to-day, —You were! You stole some cream from Bridget, sir! What am I staying here for! Why,Because I hate to wear this dress. I didnt do a thing — but cry,And — yes,I stamped…
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