Oldal 23 [23]
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LITTLE pet Millicent, seated here ;
Primroses round her ; nobody near.
Playing by Mother’s sofa to-day,
(Poor Mother is sick,) she heard her say :— /
“ Away in the fair green fields, I know, (c
My pet primroses so sweetly blow.”
A tiny sigh, and two wistful eyes ;
No more than that, but Millie is wise. oe.
Without a word she has slipped away ;
Mother shall have her flowers to-day.
One by one she is plucking them fast ;
Till surely none will be left at last.
A pile in the basket, loosely pressed ;
Mother herself will arrange them best.
So dearly she loves them—-who can tell,
Perhaps they may help to make her well.