. Lasell leaves . LASELLS WAR POLL s£^.. □ I ID THE OLD BLUE SUGAR BOWL The other night I could not sleep at all; So after I had tossed and turned in bed,1 rose, just as the clock out in the hall Was striking twelve, and everything seemeddead. ©own to the library I made my way, And tried some rest to find in a fine book ; When suddenly, Hello, a voice did the room I gave a startled look. Oh, dont be frightened, said this voice soclearAnd sweet and tinkling. Now, who could it beThat thus so reassuringly to meDid speak? The sound did not seem verynear. Please come out here it called.
. Lasell leaves . LASELLS WAR POLL s£^.. □ I ID THE OLD BLUE SUGAR BOWL The other night I could not sleep at all; So after I had tossed and turned in bed,1 rose, just as the clock out in the hall Was striking twelve, and everything seemeddead. ©own to the library I made my way, And tried some rest to find in a fine book ; When suddenly, Hello, a voice did the room I gave a startled look. Oh, dont be frightened, said this voice soclearAnd sweet and tinkling. Now, who could it beThat thus so reassuringly to meDid speak? The sound did not seem verynear. Please come out here it called. With stepquite slow Out to the dining-room I went. And, lo !My great, great grandmothers sugar bowl Was speaking as though human, with a soul. Ive long looked for this opportune A To speak to you. for tween the witchinghour v And one oclock my voice is given to me ;Yet seldom do I care to use this power. Oh, Sugar Bowl/ I cried excitedly,My great grandmothers story tell to was it that far back in days of yore,She hid in you,
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