The mother would forever plump
The pillows up, and cool the brow.
The slightest move—to see her jump!
"What is the matter with you now?"
The pillows up, and cool the brow.
The slightest move—to see her jump!
"What is the matter with you now?"
Five girls they had beside, you know,
But they were well as they could be,
So to the ill all love must flow
Until she should be well and free.
At last the child sat up in bed,
With pillows back of her so soft,
Well!—such a smile as father had;
The doctor nodded and he coughed;
The mother sang, the mother cooed,
As if a baby had just come;
She even seemed to love the food
When girlie's appetite begun.
But they were well as they could be,
So to the ill all love must flow
Until she should be well and free.
At last the child sat up in bed,
With pillows back of her so soft,
Well!—such a smile as father had;
The doctor nodded and he coughed;
The mother sang, the mother cooed,
As if a baby had just come;
She even seemed to love the food
When girlie's appetite begun.
One day while sitting up in bed,
A sister just next her in age,
While quite alone, slipped up and said,
"We've had a whole month's holiday.
But I missed you, it was no fun.
Tell me, when will you get out, pray?
They're mean to keep you from the sun.
Say! May has made your doll some clothes,
And fixed her up so nice and fine;
And Nell has made some little bows
To trim a robe for you in time
A sister just next her in age,
While quite alone, slipped up and said,
"We've had a whole month's holiday.
But I missed you, it was no fun.
Tell me, when will you get out, pray?
They're mean to keep you from the sun.
Say! May has made your doll some clothes,
And fixed her up so nice and fine;
And Nell has made some little bows
To trim a robe for you in time
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