Mother Carey's Chickens by Kate Douglas Smith Wiggin
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mother and father before he replied, "Oh! that's coming back multiplied
six times over, one of these days,--Allan has a very promising project on hand just now, Admiral." "Glad to hear it! A delightful fellow, and straight as a die. I only wish he could perform once in a while, instead of promising." "He will if only he keeps his health, but he's heavily handicapped there, poor chap. Well, what's the verse?" The Admiral put on his glasses, prettily assisted by Kathleen, who was on his knee and seized the opportunity to give him a French kiss when the spectacles were safely on the bridge of his nose. Whereupon he read:-- "There came to port last Sunday night The queerest little craft, Without an inch of rigging on; I looked, and looked, and laughed. "It seemed so curious that she Should cross the unknown water, And moor herself within my room-- My daughter, O my daughter! "Yet, by these presents, witness all, She's welcome fifty times, And comes consigned to Hope and Love And common metre rhymes. |
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