Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 91
59 LISTENERS NEVER HEAR Three little crickets, sleek and black,Whose eyes with mischief glistened, Climbed up on one anothers backAnd at a keyhole listened. The topmost one cried out, Oho ! I hear two people speaking !I cant quite see them yet, and so — I 11 just continue peeking. Soon Dot and… … ANY GOOD OF THEMSELVES. And as he listened closely, heDistinctly heard Dot saying: This pretty little table here Will do to spread the treat on;And I will get a cricket, dear,For you to put your feet on. The cricket tumbled down with fright; Run for your life, my brothers!Fly, fly! He scudded out…
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