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Then after tea the time's your own,
And you may play till night.
Minnie, why do you look displeased?
Don't you approve my plan?
Well, alter it yourself, my dear;
Improve it if you can.
MINNIE.
I'm tired of sitting here alone,
Mamma, with only you;
I'm tired of work, indeed I am,
I'm tired of reading, too.
And only just Almira here,
And Fido now to play;
If I'd my will I'd go abroad
Most gladly every day.
MOTHER.
Minnie, do you know Peggy Hill,
That little, modest child,
Who sometimes comes on errands here?
She lives with Mrs. Wild.
She came the other day when you
Was sitting here with me;
Almira sewed, you had a book,
And read quite prettily.
