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A FAERIE ROMANCE. 29 |
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M Who told you about her ? *'
M Little Primrose there Cannot do without her."
"Oh, so sweetly fair ! " u Never fear,
She will come, Primrose dear."
"Is she dumb?"
" She '11 come by and by."
"You will never see her." " She went home to die,
Till the new year." " Snowdrop !" " 'Tis no good
To invite her." "Primrose is very rude,"
"I will bite her."
"Oh, you naughty Pocket !
Look, she drops her head." " She deserved it, Eocket,
And she was nearly dead." " To your hammock—off with you !"
" And swing alone." " No one will laugh with you."
" No not one."
" Now let us moan."
"And cover her o'er." " Primrose is gone."
" All but the flower." u Here is a leaf."
"Lay her upon it." "Follow in grief."
" Pocket has done it." |
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