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PLAYING BEGGARS.
"Let us pretend we are two beggars." "No,
For beggars are im——— something, something bad;
You know they are, because Papa says so,
And Papa when he calls them that looks mad;
You should have seen him, how he frowned one day,
When Mama gave his wedding-coat away."

"Well, now he can't get married any more,
Because he has no wedding-coat to wear.
But that poor ragged soldier at the door
Was starved to death in prison once somewhere,
And shot dead somewhere else, and it was right
To give him coats—because he had to fight.

"Now let's be beggars." "They're im—postors. Yes,
That 's what they are, im—postors; and that means
Rich people, for they all are rich, I guess—
Richer than we are, rich as Jews or queens,
And they're just playing beggars when they cry———"
"Then let us play like they do, you and I."