Cinderella; or, the Little Glass Slipper by Anonymous
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Became Guy's great desire,
Although mama had told him that A bee could sting like fire. But Guy, silly as the bee, Paid no heed to mama, He touched the bee, then gave a howl Which could be heard afar. Mama a soothing poultice mixed, And on his finger laid. "Another time you'll be more wise," Was everything she said. A MEAN BOY. Harry Burton woke one night and heard a strange noise in his closet. He got out of bed, crossed the floor in his bare feet, and carefully opened the closet door. The noise stopped, instantly. "Ah!" said Harry, "I knew it was mice made that noise. How I wish I could catch them." The next morning he told his mother about the noises he had heard. "I will get you a mouse-trap," she said. |
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