Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 173
e of the woods, thebirds and squirrels, did nt mind his plain face andcrooked little body; and Don was always good tohim and never looked sorry for him, either!And then there were the sunsets on Fray Moun-tain ! Oh, mother, mother! Is heaven on fire ?cried Little Brother one evening when he wasfive… … On the castle of Night a red, red flag, that flies for the prince To-morrow;In the face of the Cold a blazing world; and Hope at the door of Sorrow ! You know most of us love the things that arenear and can be touched and handled and under-stood. Little Brother was different. He lovedbest what was…
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