. Harper's young people . dumpling. ngar. dough, and spice— Immplings. dumplings, everything so nice :Lilac-, ro-es. hyacinth-, gave forth their fra-grance gay :Besides, I smelled apple-dumplings. i the garden path. I neared the kitchen ih a glimpse of golden curls I oft had seen before. Cook had gone to take a walk, and Mabel had the she was making apple-dumplings. i / /in -Dumplings, repeating last t wo linesof .- mil stanza instead of tirst.) Round her dainty waist an apron large and brown was tied,Apples tart and rosy-cheeked in basket by her side. I long
. Harper's young people . dumpling. ngar. dough, and spice— Immplings. dumplings, everything so nice :Lilac-, ro-es. hyacinth-, gave forth their fra-grance gay :Besides, I smelled apple-dumplings. i the garden path. I neared the kitchen ih a glimpse of golden curls I oft had seen before. Cook had gone to take a walk, and Mabel had the she was making apple-dumplings. i / /in -Dumplings, repeating last t wo linesof .- mil stanza instead of tirst.) Round her dainty waist an apron large and brown was tied,Apples tart and rosy-cheeked in basket by her side. I longed to kiss the rolling-pin that by her hand w as plied. For she was making apple-dumplings,i rim —Dumplings, etc.,last line of third stanza.)The verses for which I have made room are\ir\ creditable to Miss Bessie, particularly as ap-ple dumplings are not so poetical as apple blos-soms. The last two stanzas were not exactlyadapted to the Post-office Box, although a littlenonsense now and then makes life very you. I live on the shore of the beaut if ul Lake is seven miles iu length, and one and a ball inwidth in the widest place. There is an island of OCTOBER 2, 1SS3. HARPERS YOUNG PEOPLE. 767 seven acres in it. and p»ople come anil stay andfish, for there are some quiti large ones—nothing like v-iirs. Sammy—hut buffalo, black, and rockh,i, pickerel, and some put in by thegovernment, and - ii nice linn- bathing i MimmcT and-i. iting i winter. My In-other shot eight wild-ducks last ^Saturday at thivr shots: )u- is four-teen, and I am nine. I was chopping some largelirush Im- |ia|ia la-I We---k. and i-nl my Im it withau axe—the li-fi inn-, mi the ii ili. Tin- cut istwo and a half inches long, but it is doing wellI ran nut sti-|i mi it yet. I started to write last\vri-k while I was lyinjr down, lint I COUThen iu\ sister said she would write- it and live- with us : they areverj Id. -and
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