This page needs to be proofread.
Now you'r crying!
Are'nt you well?
What's the matter?
Mary, tell?
THE FIRST LIE.
Brother, do not
Ask me why!
Yet, you'll hear,—
I've told a lie!
And here, shut up,
I'm doomed to stay,
And weep and mourn
The livelong day!
Dear Harry I'm
Afraid that you
And Harriet,
Will hate me too.
For, since I've told
This lie, mamma
Don't speak to me,
Nor does papa.
Not once upon me
Have they smiled,
Since I was such
A wicked child.
