The Centre reporter. [volume] (Centre Hall, Pa.) 1871-1940, 1878-02-28


Ny Papa knows You, and he SAYS you're . man
who makes reading for books;
Bot never read nothing you wrote, nor did
Papa-I know by his looks,
So guess you're ike me when talk, and |
talk, and talk all the day,
And they only say; "po stop ths, child = or
"Nursel take Miss Edith away"
But Papa said il l was good could ask you-
alone by myself
II yat. wouldn't write me book like this little
one up on The shef.
deat mean the pictures OF course, for TO
make them you've got to be smart;
Bu, the reading that runs all around them
you know-iust easiest part.
You needn't mind whA' it's about, for no ore
wi'l see il hut me
And JAre that's my nurse-and John-he's .
the eoschmAn-just only us three,
You're to write Of bad little girl that wss
wicked And hold and all that
And then YOU are to writO, II you please, some
thing good-vsry good-ofA a cat
This cat she was vittnous and meek, and kind
10 her parents. and mild.
And careful and neat in her ways, though her
mistress was such bad child;
And hours she would sit and would case when
her mistress-thAt's me--wAs 50 had,
And blink, just As il she would say "oh,
Edith, you make my heart sad.
And yet Won would scarcely believe 1t, that
beautiful, Ange 10 cat
Was blamed by the servants for stealing what
ever. they said she'd get At.
And when John drank my mi k-dont you tel
me know just the wa, it WAS done
They said twas the eat-and she tting and
washing her lace in the sun
And then there was Dick, nv canary. When
left It's cage open. one day,
They all made believe that she ate it, though
know that the bird dew away.
And why2 Just because she was playing with
feather she found on the hoor.
As il cats couldn't play with feather without
peonle thinking twas more.
Why, once we were romping together when /
knocked down vase from the shelf
That cat was as grieyed and distressed As il
she had do, il herself
And she walked away sadly and lid herself,
and never cane Oat till tea
So they say, for they sent nae to bed, and she
never came even to me.
No matter whatever happened, it was laid at
the door OF that cat.
Why. once when I tore my Apron-she was
wrapped in it, and called " Rat -
Why, they blamed that on hrT. shall Revor
no, not to my dying day
Forget the panied look that she gave me when
they slapped ne and took me away.
OF course, you know Just what comes next
when child is So lovely as that.
She WASTED quite slowly awAy-it was good
ness was killing the cat
know it was nothing she ate for her tas.e
was exceedingly nice
BIZ: they said she stole Bobby's ice cream, and
caught bad cold from the ice.
And youll promise to make mo a book like
that little one up on the shelf,
aiyOun call her Naomi because it's q
name that she just gave herself;
For she q scratch at nv door in the mornin;,
and whenever I'd call out Who's
thele p
She Would answer Naomi Naomi. - like
Christian. VOW and declare.
And yoa'l pat me and her IN a book. And,
mind. you're 20 say I was bad;
And might have been bladder than that but
for the example had
And you'll say that she was Maltese, and
what's that yon ask? " l. she dead p
Why, please sir, there amt no cat You're TO
make one up ont OF your head
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