Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 429
oured for me :And all goes well, because, you see,I play with Betty, and Betty with me. When I walk and hold her little hand, My Betty,Then every humble weed beside the way Grows pink and pretty.The clover never was so red,Their purest white the daisies spread,The buttercups begin to dance,The… … When I was in Antwerp, a twelvemonth ago,Where the roofs are all fluted and red, I met this old lady in clattering shoes, With this queer flapping cap on her head. I was dressed up in my best Sunday clothes, But I thought, from her stare, it was easy to see That to her I looked just as outlandish…
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