Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 61
y out at the toe;Where his mittens hide we never know ;His pockets are full of string and crumbs,His fingers are every one of them thumbs,And he likes St. Nicholas better than sums —John, dear John! But I think t is the love that shines in his face— John, dear John!That lends it a little of Heavens… … Whycant Ihave a bi-cycle, moth-er? said seven-teen-year-old JackDare to his still prettybut gray-haired mother, as he stood whirlinghis school-books by the strap threateningly closeto the light little sewing-table that stood in thesitting-room. Because your father cannot possibly affordit, Jack.…
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