ADVENTURE OF A LOVER
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He imagined that footsteps were following fast,—
So away like a gale ran he;
Nor did he stop, till he reached the top
Of Squire Pettigrew's crab-apple tree!
So away like a gale ran he;
Nor did he stop, till he reached the top
Of Squire Pettigrew's crab-apple tree!
Just then the moon, with a bright smiling face,
Came out from behind a black cloud,—
Little Nell, at the window, stood watching the moon,
And she uttered a cry long and loud.—
Came out from behind a black cloud,—
Little Nell, at the window, stood watching the moon,
And she uttered a cry long and loud.—
"Oh! Mamma!—come look at this queer looking bird—
An owl is perched up in our tree—
Or is it a night-hawk just taking a rest—
What kind of a bird can it be?"
An owl is perched up in our tree—
Or is it a night-hawk just taking a rest—
What kind of a bird can it be?"
Miss Jennie came tripping along down the street,
In the hope of meeting her lover;—
Then he quietly let himself down from the tree
Before she had time to discover.
In the hope of meeting her lover;—
Then he quietly let himself down from the tree
Before she had time to discover.
Then arm in arm they returned to the gate,—
And he blushed, as in silence stood he
And saw the white spectre, which drove him in fright
To the top of the crab-apple tree!
And he blushed, as in silence stood he
And saw the white spectre, which drove him in fright
To the top of the crab-apple tree!
