Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 551
ve only got a milemore, anyhow. Without stopping to untie the rope, the ex-hausted boy rose and staggered forward to theseat, wheezing and coughing as he did so. You blamed Scandahoovian! he gasped, halfchoking with rage, as he took his seat. Whatwere you trying to do, anyway, kill me? The big… … When the voices of children are heard on the green, And laughing is heard on the hill,My heart is at rest within my breast, And everything else is still.Then come home, my children, the sun is gone down, And the dews of night arise;Come, come, leave off play, and let us away, Till the morning…
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