O, a wonderful scholarIs our little Kate!She reads in a primer;She writes on a slate;Her lines are not even;Her O’s are not round;And her words in the readerCould not be found.Her sewing—what puckers!What stitches! what knots!And along the whole hem,There are tiny red spots.Her weekly reportsTell how oft she has spoken;And there’s not a ruleThat she never has broken.
O, a wonderful scholarIs our little Kate!She reads in a primer;She writes on a slate;Her lines are not even;Her O’s are not round;And her words in the readerCould not be found.Her sewing—what puckers!What stitches! what knots!And along the whole hem,There are tiny red spots.Her weekly reportsTell how oft she has spoken;And there’s not a ruleThat she never has broken.
O, a wonderful scholarIs our little Kate!She reads in a primer;She writes on a slate;Her lines are not even;Her O’s are not round;And her words in the readerCould not be found.
O, a wonderful scholar
Is our little Kate!
She reads in a primer;
She writes on a slate;
Her lines are not even;
Her O’s are not round;
And her words in the reader
Could not be found.
Her sewing—what puckers!What stitches! what knots!And along the whole hem,There are tiny red spots.Her weekly reportsTell how oft she has spoken;And there’s not a ruleThat she never has broken.
Her sewing—what puckers!
What stitches! what knots!
And along the whole hem,
There are tiny red spots.
Her weekly reports
Tell how oft she has spoken;
And there’s not a rule
That she never has broken.
child with globe beside them
child with globe beside them
Yet she comes to mammaFor a smile and a kiss,As if a “bad mark,”Should be paid for by this.And she cries in delight,While she swings round her hat:“I’m a wonderful scholar,For I can spell ‘cat!’C-A-T,Cat!”—K. L.
Yet she comes to mammaFor a smile and a kiss,As if a “bad mark,”Should be paid for by this.And she cries in delight,While she swings round her hat:“I’m a wonderful scholar,For I can spell ‘cat!’C-A-T,Cat!”—K. L.
Yet she comes to mammaFor a smile and a kiss,As if a “bad mark,”Should be paid for by this.
Yet she comes to mamma
For a smile and a kiss,
As if a “bad mark,”
Should be paid for by this.
And she cries in delight,While she swings round her hat:“I’m a wonderful scholar,For I can spell ‘cat!’C-A-T,Cat!”—K. L.
And she cries in delight,
While she swings round her hat:
“I’m a wonderful scholar,
For I can spell ‘cat!’
C-A-T,Cat!”
—K. L.