Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 188
of course, she knows better than I. But I cannot help fretting about him, And I wonder sometimes does he mind; For it seems such a sin, To keep poking him in,When his face is so jolly and kind! Oh, his home is so dark and so dreary,And he never can peep at the skies— When I open his box, He s so… … Vol. XL.- But I m always afraid he will smother,—Though I think he s accustomed to shocks,And I know he will smile,When I call him awhileFrom his home in the little brown box.
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