Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 263
u ? How you flutter, and reach, and climb ! How eager your wee faces are !Aye turned to the light till the blind old night Is led to the world by a star.Well, it surely is hard to feel ones wings, And still be prisoned like wingless things. Tweet, tweet, then says Parson Thrush, Who is preaching up… … Big broth-ers are awful !iSHfl I never saw any- thing like it! They wontever tell anybody any-thing that a body wants to know, Alicegroaned, looking up at her big brother, a hand-some boy of fifteen. Professor Knox thought so this morning,Alice. He agreed with you entirely. I stuck onthe asses…
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