"'Where are you going, my pretty maid?Where are you going, my pretty maid?''I'm going a milking, sir,' she said,'I'm going a milking, sir,' she said."'May I go with you, my pretty maid?May I go with you, my pretty maid?''Yes, if you please, kind sir,' she said,'Yes, if you please, kind sir,' she said."'What is your father, my pretty maid?What is your father, my pretty maid?''My father's a farmer, sir,' she said,'My father's a farmer, sir,' she said."'Oh, then may I marry you, my pretty maid?Then may I marry you, my pretty maid?''Yes, if you please, kind sir,' she said,'Yes, if you please, kind sir,' she said."'What is yourfortune, my pretty maid?What is yourfortune, my pretty maid?''Myfaceis my fortune, sir,' she said,'Myfaceis my fortune, sir,' she said."'Oh, then Ican'tmarry you, my pretty maid!But then Iwon'tmarry you, my pretty maid!''Nobody asked you, sir!' she said,'Nobody asked you, sir!!' she said!"
The dolls all clapped their hands very hard when Miss Isabella finished singing, as if they liked it "first rate." Mr. Morris leaned back so far in hisseat, either from admiration or because he was slipping off, that his eyes suddenly shut up, and opened with a queer little pop inside of him when Minnie righted him. As to Miss Morris, she glared at the company with her old white eyeballs as if she was looking down inside of herself to see how the pudding had agreed with her.
Then Maggie went on.
Miss Isabella.There! how do you likethat?
Mr. Morris.Oh, thank you, Miss Isabella; it's the sweetest song I ever heard.
Mrs. Montague.Won't you sing us a song, Mr. Morris?
Mr. M.No, I believe I must go now. I have all my things to pack up,so we can start off travelling right away. Come, sister, stick the roots of your hair in, and open your distressed looking eyes, and let us be off home.
"I wonder if her eyeswillopen?" said Maggie.
"Let's try!" said Lina. "Give the wire a good, hard pull."
As she spoke, she caught hold of the wire and gave a tremendous jerk, when, dreadful to relate,pop! out came poor Miss Morris's eyes completely! and tumbled down somewhere inside of her! leaving two great holes in her head of the most fearful description!
The children stared at her in round-eyed astonishment. Now she was certainlytoo hideous to come to the wedding; and the little girls tried to look as sorry as they could for her, but it was no use; Miss Morris was such a ridiculous object, that they all three burst into fits of laughing. Lina, who had hold of the poor thing, shook so with glee, that the eyes rattled up and down inside her head like a pack of crackers going off, which made the children laugh still more.
At last Minnie contrived to check herself, and made the brother say, rather unfeelingly:
Mr. Morris. There you go with your eyes out! A pretty figure you've made of yourself.
Miss Isabella. Oh!oh!!oh!!!OH!!!!
Mrs. M.Goody, Isabella's got the hysterics! Get some water, quick! what shall I do?
Miss Morris.Oh, my eye! my eye! it'ssicha pain!
Mr. Montague.Toby, bring some water this minute.
Toby.(Minnie brings him in with a pitcher.) Here, massa, here de water. My! see de ole woman wid her eye out! ha! ha!
Mrs. M.Toby, put down that water, and go 'way.
Minnie accordingly made believe that Toby was pouring water right on the floor; then she turned the pitcher upside down in his hand, and spoke for him.
Toby.Dere de water, missis.
Mrs. M.Oh! it's all over the carpet! How dare you, Toby?
Toby.Why, missis, youtoldme to put down dewater!
Mrs. M.Oh, I shall go distracted!
Mr. Morris.Come, sister, I 'spect you'd better go home and send for Doctor Bumpstead! Maybe he can fish up your eyes again, and stick them in right side out. A—h! good-by, Miss Isabella, good-by, Mrs. Montague!
All the dolls in chorus.Good-by, a—h!
"Oh! did ever anybody have such a funny play before!" cried Lina, fairly dropping Miss Morris, and clapping her hands with delight. "I mean always to play in this way."
"Yes, it is so nice!" said Minnie. "But, come, Lina, how shall we dress Miss Isabella to get married?"
"Oh, she has a wedding-dress all ready," replied Lina; "white silk with lace over."
"Splendid!" cried both the sisters.
"Now, if Mr. Morris could only have a plain suit, he would look so much more like a bridegroom."
"Well, perhaps sister will make him one," said Lina; "but what shall we do with poor Miss Morris?"
The recollection of Miss Morris's mishap set them off again laughing; and finally they decided that she might come to the wedding, but must keep her handkerchief to her eyes all the time, as if she were quite overcomeby having her brother married; as well she might be, for how would her two holes instead of eyes compare with Miss Isabella Belmont Montague's charms?
This point settled, Lina and her little visitors were just beginning to review the other dolls, to see who would look best at the wedding, when a knock came at the door, and in walked Mary, Lina's nurse, to say that Minnie and Maggie were sent for!
"Oh, what a pity!" cried Lina. "I wish you could stay all day, and all night, and all the rest of the time. It's too bad!"
"Oh, that the afternoons were forty-'leven times as long!" said Maggie."Well, we must go, I suppose. Good-by, Lina; we'll come Monday afternoon, if mamma will let us; and finish the play."
So the children kissed each other, and Minnie and Maggie were bundled up in their warm coats and hoods, and went home. As soon as they were gone, Lina ran to her sister Alice with Mr. Morris, and begged her to make him a suit of black to get married in, as Miss Isabella had expressed her preference for that style of dress. Alice kindly promised she would, and that very evening she hunted up some black cloth that was left from a cloak of her mother's, and in a few hours Mr. Morris was rigged out in the last style of fashion. Here is his carte devisite, taken in his wedding clothes. You see, the photograph man left his own hat on the table by mistake; doesn't it look funny?
Portrait of Mr. Morris.Portrait of Mr. Morris.
It was past Lina's bedtime before Mr. Morris was completely dressed; but she was allowed to sit up "just this once," and when he was finished, she kissed Alice a great many times, carried him off in triumph, and shut him up tight in a box, for fear his clothes should get tumbled.
Monday afternoon, Minnie and Maggie came again, bringing with them a dear little wax doll of Minnie's, and a great paper of sugar-plums, to "play party" with. When Mr. Morris had been sufficiently admired in his new clothes, the children collected theother dolls, and put the Montague family in their house again. Mr. Montague was left all alone in the parlor to receive the company, and the ladies were up stairs in the front bed room. Miss Isabella's wedding dress was spread out on the elegant French bed, all ready for her to wear; and as it is a well-known fact that a fashionable lady cannot possibly get dressed in less than three hours, the time was put at nine o'clock, as the wedding would take place at twelve.
Lina then began the play:
Mrs. Montague.Come, my dear, it is time for you to dress; you've only got three hours to get all ready in.
Miss Isabella.Yes, mamma, I am putting on my shoes now. (That is, Maggie was putting them on.) Oh, dear! they are a great deal too tight! they hurt medreadfully. Please let me take them off.
Mrs. M.No, they are not; they are a beautiful fit; don't be silly, Isabella.
Isabella.I think you are real mean! There, they are on; now I must put on my dress.
Here Maggie made her stand up, and Lina put on her dress and fastened it.
Isabella.Oh, my! what a beautiful dress! Can't I keep it on all the time, mamma?
Mrs. M.Why, no; of course not! This is your wedding dress.
Isabella.Well, then, I mean to get married over again next year, so I can wear it some more.
Mrs. M.Now I must put on your veil, my dear, and then you will be all ready.
Here Maggie clapped her hands to express Miss Isabella's joy, while Lina put on the veil.
Isabella.Oh, how pretty I look!
Mrs. M.Don't be vain, Isabella. There, you are dressed; sit down now, while I get ready.
So Miss Isabella sat down with her new frock sticking out all around her, like a perfect balloon, a most magnificent creature to behold! Her dress was made of white silk, trimmed all round the bottom with deep blondelace, which was finished at the top with narrow silver cord. It was looped up on one side with a bouquet of white flowers, with silver leaves, and her waist was covered with a blonde lace bertha, and had a bouquet of the same flowers on the front, called acorsage. She wore a lace veil and a wreath of orange blossoms, and in her hand, tied fast there, was another large bouquet, and a lace-bordered pocket handkerchief. As to Mrs. Montague, she was hardly less splendidly attired, in a mauve silk with eleven flounces, a lace collar and sleeves, and a superb diamond breastpin—made of glass.
Well, dear me, I don't know how I can find room enough to describe all the splendid ladies that came to thewedding. They were none of them quite as elegant as Miss Isabella Belmont Montague, but they all had on their Sunday-go-to-meeting, Fourth-of-July, Christmas-and-New-Year's best clothes, and looked as fine as fiddles. Poor Miss Morris came, with her handkerchief up to her eyes, and stayed so all the time, crying as if her heart would break, I presume. She was so dismal, in her old green barège, that Minnie kindly dressed her in Mrs. Montague's purple silk, which fitted her quite well; so she didn't look soverybad, after all. Aren't you glad? I am.
Pretty soon in came the minister, who was no other than Angelina! as her black nun's robe was the most likea gown that could be found; and when she was set up with her back against the centre table, the parlor door opened, and in marched the bride and bridegroom. Minnie and Maggie held them in their proper places, and the minister married them in rhyme; which, it strikes me, was a new style. This was what he said:
"Now you're married, you must obey;You must be true to all you say,And live together all your life;And I pronounce you man and wife!"
When the marriage ceremony was over, the children set Mr. and Mrs. Morris down side by side on the sofa, and leaving them to entertain the company, and talk for themselves if they could, got the supper ready. Itwas such a grand supper that they were obliged to have a table from up stairs besides the dining table. Everything in the box of eatables was brought out, even the roast beef and buttered toast, two dishes not ordinarily seen at suppers. The sugar-plums were disposed around wherever room could be found, and when everything was ready, Minnie took Toby to the parlor door and made him say:
Toby.Ladies and gentlemens, please to come to supper,Plum cake, and cream cake, and white bread and butter.
Up jumped Mr. Morris in such a violent hurry that he nearly tumbled over, and offered his arm to his bride; which Minnie made him do by bendingit round, and pinning his kid hand fast to his waistcoat. Maggie and Lina made the rest of the company walk after them in procession, as fast as they could lift them up; and they all pranced and paraded round by the back of the house into the dining room. Only poor Miss Morris was left out, and she had tumbled off her chair, and was lying behind the piano, on the top of her head, with one leg sticking straight up in the air like an awning post, and the other foot apparently boxing her ears, as it was turned back in a most extraordinary manner, till it touched her head.
Meanwhile, there were fine times going on in the dining room. Mr. Montague took the foot of the table,and the bride and groom the head. As soon as they were all seated, Mr. Montague said:
Mr. Montague.Ladies and gentlemen, don't you think we'd better drink the bride's health? Here, Toby, give the company some wine glasses.
Mrs. M.Dear me, ladies, what a pity! there's only six goblets; so the rest will have to drink out of teacups!
All the Dolls(or all the three little girls, whichever you please). Oh, never mind; that doesn't make anydifference.
Mr. Mont.The bride, ladies and gentlemen!
All the Dolls.Mrs. Morris! hurray! hurree! hurror!
Mrs. M.Now, Isabella, it's timefor you to change your dress, my dear. You are going travelling, you know.
Isabella.Oh, what a pity! I don't want to take it off a bit!
But, of course, she had to. It wouldn't have done to go travelling in a white silk dress, would it, you dear little poppet?
So Maggie took Miss Isabella (for they called her either that or Mrs. Morris by turns, indifferently), away from table, and dressed her in her gray travelling dress, which was trimmed with black velvet and small steel buttons. Then she put on her second best bonnet, with a blue veil, and her India-rubbers, in case it should be damp, and locked up the wedding dress in hertrunk, which was about as large as a candle box, had a real little lock and key, and her initials painted on the side. When she was all ready, down she came again, to take leave of her relations and friends, who had eaten up all the wooden refreshments by this time (though, strange to say, the dishes seemed as full as ever), while Minnie, Maggie, and Lina eat up the sugar plums; and poor Miss Morris sucked her thumbs, I suppose, for not a speck of anything else did she get.
There was a great time bidding good-by, and so many hard noses were bumped against the bride's cheek this time, that they made a dent, which looked quite like a dimple, and improved her appearance very muchindeed. As to Mr. Morris, nobody took the slightest notice of him, as is usually the case with the bridegroom, but he didn't seem to mind it in the least; for he went on smirking at the company as blandly as ever. Perhaps he didn't want people's noses making holes inhisface; you wouldn't want them made inyours, would you? you dear little Pinkey Winkey! Bless your heart! there's dimples enough in that cunning face already.
But now the carriage was brought round to the door, for Mr. and Mrs. Morris to go on their travels. It was made of—ahem!—tin, and was drawn by two dashing tin horses, with tails like comets, and manes like waterfalls, and such a great number of brightred spots painted all over them, that they looked as if they had broken out with a kind of scarlet measles.
The bride and bridegroom were put in their places, the big trunk was hoisted up in front, and away they went! and travelled all the way down the entry to the head of the stairs, and through sister Alice's room to the fireplace! My! what a long journey! 'most a hundred miles, I should think! that is, it would seem so to dolls.
Thus ended the grand play of Miss Isabella Belmont Montague's wedding, which had taken two whole afternoons to finish, and which the children thought the mostinterestingestplay that ever was. If you want to know what became of her after that, I adviseyou to go right to Lina's house and ask how Mr. and Mrs. Morris come on with their housekeeping! That's all there is of this story—BOO!!
Onceupon a time there lived a little old man, with his little old wife, in a little old house that ran on wheels. Did you ever? Well, I never did.
The reason why the little old house ran on wheels was, that the little old man used to keep a monkey show in it, and drove it about for a caravan; with an old white horse, that had a blind eye, to draw it; but now the monkeys were all dead and buried, and the little old man and woman lived all alone-ty-donty. It had bright greenblinds, bright red sides, a bright blue door, and bright yellow steps. On the bright blue door there was a bright brass knocker, which was polished up at such a rate that you could see your face in it, looking as l-o-n-g as anything; and underneath that was a bright brass door plate, with the old showman's name, "Timmy Timmens," on it, which was also polished up until you could see your face in it, looking as b-r-o-a-d as anything. Did youever?Well, Ineverdid!
Inside there was a rag carpet of all the colors of the rainbow; a little old four-post bedstead, with a patchwork counterpane; two high-backed rocking chairs, with patchwork covers over the backs; a table with an oil clothcover, that had alittleold tea tray on it, set up against the wall; two bright brass candlesticks, and a china tea set; and in one corner was a glass cupboard, which contained the other plates and dishes. Hung against the wall over the mantlepiece was a sampler worked by Mrs. Timmy Timmens when she was a girl, which represented Noah's ark, with all the animals, of exactly the same size, done in cross stitch, in such bright grass-green worsted that it quite set your teeth on edge to look at it. Besides these, there was a little round stove, with a long stove pipe, that came out on top of the caravan, and ended with a flourishing weathercock, representing a fat old woman in a high gale, withher umbrella turned inside out; which moved when the smoke came puffing up harder than usual, and had no connection whatever with any wind that blew.
Now, Mr. Timmy Timmens and his wife, being mighty simple old people, were fond of reading fairy stories, and believed entirely in every word of them. They hadn't the smallest doubt that sprites and fairies were as common as peas this very minute, and would have thought it quite a matter of course if a wonderful gift had suddenly tumbled down the very stove pipe, or a beautiful lady come burstingthroughthe wall, and offered to carry them off to fairy land in a mother-of-pearl chariot, drawn by milk-whitedoves. If a cat looked hard at her and mewed piteously, the little old woman would sigh, "Well, thisisfairy work, I'll bet a crooked sixpence! She looks like an enchanted princess, poor thing! don't she, Timmy, dear?" If a donkey brayed louder than usual, and seemed more obstinate than ever before, the little old man would exclaim, "There, I told you so! an unfortunate young man, of surpassing beauty, enchanted in this dreadful shape by a wicked fairy! That's plain to be seen! No wonder he utters such cries of distress!" and then they both groaned together, and waggled their heads, and blew their noses so exactly in time with two yellow silk pocket handkerchiefs, that people thoughttwo fishmen must be blowing their horns at once. Didyouever? Well,Inever did!
THE OLD MAN AND WOMAN LOOKING FOR FAIRIES.THE OLD MAN AND WOMAN LOOKING FOR FAIRIES.
One fine morning the little old man and woman went out to take a walk on the common; for the house stood right beside the road, in an empty field of scrubby grass, with no fence round it. Just behind the house, to be sure, was a paling, which enclosed a garden about as big as a good-sized dining table, where the little old man and woman grew one or two cabbages, two or three tomatuses, three or four potatuses, and four or five radishes, for their own eating; but all the rest was just open common. The old woman had a large basket in her hand, all ready to pop down over any fairiesshe might see lying asleep in a bluebell, and the old man was leaning heavily on his stick, as he was rather feeble, and, besides, had the rheumatism in his big toe.
"Dear me, Timmy," said the old woman, "what a good thing it would be, now, if we could only find a kind fairy who would move our house for us somewhere nearer the village. Now that poor old Dobbin is dead—killed, I've no doubt, by a wicked enchanter—we can no longer get around from place to place without stirring a step from the house; and we are so far away, that we can't walk over to take tea with any of our neighbors. Do let us keep a sharp lookout as we walkalong, and see if we can't find a fairy ring or a fairy flower."
"With all my heart!" said Tim; and so they tottered along, peering very hard into all the bushes, and hurrying to examine every little patch of grass that looked greener and brighter than the rest, in the hope that it was a fairy ring. All at once, the little old man stopped short, and pointed with his stick at a beautiful spray of foxglove.
"There!" cried Mr. Timmens.
"Where?" cried Mrs. Timmens.
"Right before your eyes!" said the little old man. "Don't you see it? A fairy foxglove, as my name is Timmy Timmens!"
"My goodness gracious, stars, andwhat's-his-names!" cried the little old woman; "so there is! as sure as my name is Polly Timmens!"
So the little old man and woman hurried up to the flower, and after trying a great many times to stoop down, making their old joints crack like so many torpedoes, Mrs. Polly succeeded in plucking it, and off they went, pell-mell, hurry-scurry, to the little old house that ran on wheels, to consult their fairy story books, and see what was the right thing to be done in such a case!Didyou ever? Well, I neverdid.
Down sat the little old man inhisrocking chair with the patchwork cover, and down sat the little old woman inherrocking chair with thepatchwork cover; and after a long consultation of the "Sorrows of Prince Popinjay," and the "Wonderful History of the Princess Lillie Bulero and the Fairy Allinmieyeo," they discovered that the proper way to do was to hold the fairy foxglove in your hand exactly as the clock struck twelve, at noon, and say
"Rorum corum torum snoram,Highcum tickleme cockolorum!"
seven times; then shut your eyes tight and wish, stand on one leg and turn round three times, and, presto! you would find, when you opened your eyes, that your wish was accomplished!
"Dear me!" cried Mrs. Polly Timmens when her husband had finishedreading this wonderful charm; "how lucky it is that we should be the ones to find the fairy foxglove! just as we were wishing, too, for something of the sort. Let me see, it is half past eleven now, I declare! Timmy, my dear, I'll go into the garden and gather two or three tomatuses and three or four potatuses for dinner, for it would be a shame to leave our fine vegetables behind; and then, as the clock strikes twelve, we'll try the fairy spell, wish that our house was in the village, and see what comes of it."
So the little old woman, taking a small basket off a nail, and a sharp knife in her hand, went into the garden to gather the vegetables. Down she plumped beside the bed, and beganto dig and cut at the potatuses to get them up. Her back was turned to the house, and the tall stalks and thick leaves of the tomato bushes quite hid it from her view when she sat on the ground, for she was a teeny-tawny little old woman. While she was thus engaged, the little old man was sitting inside with the book open in one hand, for fear he should forget the charm, and the fairy foxglove tight in the other, waiting impatiently for her return. The hands of the clock kept getting nearer and nearer to twelve, and at last there was only one moment wanting to the time.
"Why, goodness gracious me!" cried Mr. Timmy Timmens; "has Polly forgot all about the fairy wish? Ideclare, I have a great mind to begin alone." Just as he said these words, the clock began to strike! and at the same moment a tremendous hullabaloo arose on the road. "There come the fairies!" squeaked the little old man; and without waiting another second, he stood straight up in the middle of the floor, and said, in a trembling voice:
"Rorum corum torum snorum,Highcum tickleme cockolorum!"
seven times over; then, shutting up his eyes as tight as possible, stood on one leg, and cried, "Please, good fairy, Polly and I wish our house was in the middle of the village!"
Hardly had he said these words, than a long red object, that lookedwonderfully like a cow's tail, suddenly whisked in at the half open door; the wind caught the door, and shut it to, slam! bang! and with a jerk that made the bright brass knocker give a tremendous double knock on the bright blue door, and sent the bright tin saucepans scattering in every direction, the house started suddenly down on the road on a double-quick trot! Did youever?! Well, Ineverdid!!
It happened that a large drove of cows and oxen were going down to market that day, and being very hot, and tired, and thirsty, they naturally objected to being driven in that way any longer, and commenced cutting a variety of capers that were enough tofrighten you out of your wits. At last one irascible little bull, who had been riding on the other ones' backs, charging at all the innocent ducks, geese, and pigs he could find on the road, and finally had tossed one of the men who were driving him right up in the air, dashed on ahead, and, seeing the little house with the bright red sides, took the color as a personal insult to himself. Down went his head and up went his heels, and in another minute he would have bounced right into poor Mr. Timmy Timmens' dwelling, when one of the drivers saw him, and rushing up, gave him a good whack with his whip. Master Bull turned round to see what was to pay; in an instant his tail was caught in the dooras I told you, and, frightened half out of his wits, he galloped off, dragging the little house on wheels after him, and roaring with pain, while the drivers looked on, roaring with laughter.
THE MAD BULL.THE MAD BULL.
Meanwhile, the little old man remained standing on one leg, not daring to open his eyes, for fear the charm would be broken, and only wishing that the little old woman were with him. At last the house stopped, moving with another jerk, that sent the little old man toppling back in his rocking chair, and a moment afterward the door was opened a little bit, and a strange voice said, "Well, here we are at the village, old gentleman, begging your pardon," and then all was silent.
Up jumped the little old man, opening his eyes very wide this time, hobbled to the door, and looked out. There, sure enough, he was, in the pleasant, shady village street, with the church directly opposite, so nice for Sundays, and nothing to be seen but a drove of cows and oxen going down the road at some distance!
"Well, was there ever anything known like this?" cried Mr. Timmy Timmens. "If this isn't the most wonderful fairy doings I ever heard of! I must go right off to find Polly, and tell her the happy news."
So saying, he went down the bright yellow steps, carefully shut the bright blue door behind him, andtoddled off as fast as he could to the common.
Now the little old woman, before she had finished digging up the potatuses, found the sun very warm and herself very sleepy, and thinking her husband would be sure to call her when twelve o'clock came, she just got under the shade of the tomatuses, and went off in a nice nap. When she woke, she jumped up in a hurry, exclaiming, "Why, bless me—how could I have forgotten about twelve o'clock? I must make haste into the house this minute." But where was the house? The little old woman stared all around until she nearly stared her eyes out, but it was nowhere to be seen.
"Why, my goodness gracious,stars, and what's-his-names!" squealed the little old woman, letting fall her knife and basket; "where has the house runned to? Timmy must have tried the fairy charm without ever telling me! I mean to go right to the village and see if it is there."
So she gathered up her basket and knife, stuffed the basket, and her apron, and her pockets with all the vegetables she could carry, and started off for the village. Before she was half way there, however, she met her husband. "Where is it?" "There it is!" they called at the same moment, and falling into each other's arms and a mud puddle, they stood for a long time, saying by turns: "Did you ever?" "No, I never!" "Wouldyou believe it?" "Not 'less I see'd it!" and then they took hold of hands and trotted off to the little house that ran on wheels.
There they found it, all high and dry, under a big apple tree, looking as nice as ninepence. With joyful hearts they hurried inside, picked up the saucepans, and cooked all the tomatuses and potatuses for dinner, with an apple dumpling for dessert, made of some of the apples that had fallen off the tree; and after that, the little old man and the little old woman, and the bright green blinds, and the bright red walls, and the bright blue door with the bright brass knocker, and the bright yellow steps, all lived in peace and the middle of the village, believingmore firmly than ever in the existence of fairies, and never doubting that their house had been moved solely by the miraculous power of the fairy spell,
"Rorum corum torum snorum,Highcum tickleme cockolorum!"
And if they're not dead they live there still! Don't you believe it? Well I NEVER did!
THE END OF THE FOURTH BOOK.
Transcriber's Notes:Obvious punctuation errors repaired.Page 18, the third line of the stanza that begins "I can go, on busy feet" was to match the rest of the poem's layout. The original looked like:"I can go, on busy feet,Errands for her all day through;Work for her, I feel, is sweet--This can 'ittle Luly do!Page 74, there is a closing quote after Mrs. Montague speaks. Although there is no opening quote, the closing quote indicates that she's no longer speaking so it was retained.The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text willappear.
Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
Page 18, the third line of the stanza that begins "I can go, on busy feet" was to match the rest of the poem's layout. The original looked like:
"I can go, on busy feet,Errands for her all day through;Work for her, I feel, is sweet--This can 'ittle Luly do!
Page 74, there is a closing quote after Mrs. Montague speaks. Although there is no opening quote, the closing quote indicates that she's no longer speaking so it was retained.
The remaining corrections made are indicated by dotted lines under the corrections. Scroll the mouse over the word and the original text willappear.