Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 75
,And a golden brown they turned.Hip, hurrah I they cry. Now summer isat hand. Ten little toes were so crowded, goodness knows, Back again within the prison wall!And they found it rather cramped,As to school their master tramped; And they said, among themselves: Heigho,t is fall. Ten little toes on… … November woods are bare and darkAnd filled with ghostly shadows—hark!I hear the dead leaves rustling now.Is it the wind that shakes the bough Behind that tree ? It s Indians wild—Oh, scare them, John —oh, save my child!(I m thankful this Thanksgiving DayOur Indians are only play.) MWAPPYCHAPS…
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