Potter, Miriam Clark, 1886-1965, Balcom, Sophia T · New York : E.P. Dutton & Co. · leaf 87
Me stopped in the path. I have often looked into your room, said theowl, from the big tree beside your window. Youhave a little white bed, a soft fluffy pillow, a blueblanket with rabbits on it, and a clean white spreadwith a crinkly, wrinkly ruffle. There is a candlelighted on your table; your… … MRS. WHISK OUR broom (we called it Mrs. Whisk), it stoodbehind the door,And there it was when Jean Marie, who was asneat as neat could be.Came out to sweep the floor. But when she took it in her hands to brush away thedirtIt changed into a woman tall, with pointed hatand ragged shawl.And stiff and…
Children's poetry, American
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