PLAYING MOTHER—A MONOLOGUE.
Now, dollie, dear, you have been hereFor a long time, almost a year,And we have played with one another—That you were baby, I was mother.Now let us change about, I pray,And you be mother for to-day.Now you must go to town, you say!Then tell me, ’fore you go away,A lot of things I must not do,And point your finger at me, too,This way: Now don’t climb up on chairs,And don’t go tumblin’ down the stairs;Don’t tease your little sister, dear,And don’t do anything that’s queer.Don’t say “I won’t” to Auntie Bee—What is it you are telling me?You won’t say “Don’t” to me to-day?Well, then, how can I disobey?I wish my truly mother couldMake it so easy to be good!
Now, dollie, dear, you have been hereFor a long time, almost a year,And we have played with one another—That you were baby, I was mother.Now let us change about, I pray,And you be mother for to-day.Now you must go to town, you say!Then tell me, ’fore you go away,A lot of things I must not do,And point your finger at me, too,This way: Now don’t climb up on chairs,And don’t go tumblin’ down the stairs;Don’t tease your little sister, dear,And don’t do anything that’s queer.Don’t say “I won’t” to Auntie Bee—What is it you are telling me?You won’t say “Don’t” to me to-day?Well, then, how can I disobey?I wish my truly mother couldMake it so easy to be good!
Now, dollie, dear, you have been hereFor a long time, almost a year,And we have played with one another—That you were baby, I was mother.Now let us change about, I pray,And you be mother for to-day.
Now, dollie, dear, you have been here
For a long time, almost a year,
And we have played with one another—
That you were baby, I was mother.
Now let us change about, I pray,
And you be mother for to-day.
Now you must go to town, you say!Then tell me, ’fore you go away,A lot of things I must not do,And point your finger at me, too,This way: Now don’t climb up on chairs,And don’t go tumblin’ down the stairs;Don’t tease your little sister, dear,And don’t do anything that’s queer.
Now you must go to town, you say!
Then tell me, ’fore you go away,
A lot of things I must not do,
And point your finger at me, too,
This way: Now don’t climb up on chairs,
And don’t go tumblin’ down the stairs;
Don’t tease your little sister, dear,
And don’t do anything that’s queer.
Don’t say “I won’t” to Auntie Bee—What is it you are telling me?You won’t say “Don’t” to me to-day?Well, then, how can I disobey?I wish my truly mother couldMake it so easy to be good!
Don’t say “I won’t” to Auntie Bee—
What is it you are telling me?
You won’t say “Don’t” to me to-day?
Well, then, how can I disobey?
I wish my truly mother could
Make it so easy to be good!
—Sara Tawney Lefferts.
The heights by great men reached and keptWere not attained by sudden flight,But they while their companions sleptWere toiling upward in the night.
The heights by great men reached and keptWere not attained by sudden flight,But they while their companions sleptWere toiling upward in the night.
The heights by great men reached and keptWere not attained by sudden flight,But they while their companions sleptWere toiling upward in the night.
The heights by great men reached and kept
Were not attained by sudden flight,
But they while their companions slept
Were toiling upward in the night.
—Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.