Outpost by Jane G. (Jane Goodwin) Austin
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Is the world very glad,
Or has it gone mad?" So the children all did what they liked best, and frolicked in the sunshine like a swarm of butterflies, or like several hundred little kittens, until it came night; and then they went into the houses, and put themselves to bed. But some of them, I am afraid, forgot to say their prayers when their mammas were not there to remind them of it. The next morning they all jumped up, and dressed very gayly (for children do not often lie in bed), and came down to breakfast: but, lo and behold! there was no breakfast ready, nor even any fire in the ranges and cooking-stoves, and in some houses not even any shavings and kindling wood to make a fire; and the cows, who were mostly of a Scotch breed, came to the bars, calling,-- "Moo, moo, moo! Who'll milk us noo?" and the hens all stuck their heads through the bars of the poultry-yard fence, and cried,-- "Kah-dah-cut, kah-dah-cut! Are you having your hair cut? Can you give us some corn This beautiful morn?" and the pigeons came flying down to the back door, murmuring,-- |
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