Dodge, Mary Mapes, 1830-1905 · [New York : Scribner & Co.] · leaf 133
Said I, I wish you would nt sitAnd stare at me, my child. The toad he did nt care a bit;He only sat and smiled. And so for half an hour I stopped, Until he should be gone;And when at last that toady hopped— Why then—T just went on ! 66i … a bit of life. by CARY I.EE WESTON, AGE I3. (SILVER BADGE.) Beautiful as the League pages are pictorially thismonth, and charming as are the timely spring-songswith which our young poets welcome the birds re-turn, yet the major portion of our space simply hadto be accorded to the prose writers. For…
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