StNicholas [serial] . drew stares from all, While scorching clinging fibers small, Till work was clean in every part And ready for the trimmers art. The task of some was then to tryWith how much ease a babe could lie,A group reviewing as they passedTo fairly judge, and praise at few were made for one alone,Which by their narrow style were known,But more for twins, and not a fewGave back and elbow-room for two,Where safe and sound the pair could restAs snug as birds within their nest. To see the Brownies mated thusWithout a touch of pride, or fuss,A picture made that we must ownHad somet
StNicholas [serial] . drew stares from all, While scorching clinging fibers small, Till work was clean in every part And ready for the trimmers art. The task of some was then to tryWith how much ease a babe could lie,A group reviewing as they passedTo fairly judge, and praise at few were made for one alone,Which by their narrow style were known,But more for twins, and not a fewGave back and elbow-room for two,Where safe and sound the pair could restAs snug as birds within their nest. To see the Brownies mated thusWithout a touch of pride, or fuss,A picture made that we must ownHad something of a lessons feelings of a better strain,That sometimes creep into the brain,Appeared to check the smile so meek,Or give a coolness to the cheek. And babies on a later day,When in their carriages they lay,With eyes upon the branches cast,Or crowds of people striding past,Would never know the first to tryTheir carriage was a Brownie spry,Or that each twist and bend and braidWas by the Brownie fingers />AL^£^ Co% ? THE TASK OF SOME WAS THEN TO TKY WITH HOW MUCH EASE A BABE COULD LIE. THE YOUNG WIZARD OF MOROCCO BY BRADLEY GILMAN Author of A Son of the Desert Chapter XI THE RUSSIAN AHEAD What do you think of our latest purchase?asked Ted, as they walked on together, and hepointed to the slowly moving donkey. He is ntmuch on speed, is he? And the boy laughed ashe spoke. Dorrkeys are not horses, replied Achmed,briefly. No, nor camels nor elephants, retorted Ted;but there are donkeys and donkeys; and this oneis of the slow kind; he does nt take any interestin our enterprise; see, he is stopping to nibblethat bunch of grass. Get up, there! Get up!(This to the donkey.) I know you re not hun-gry ; I fed you myself two hours ago. Achmeds face wore an expression of quietamusement. We did not choose him for speed,he answered, but because he looked strong andfairly well fed. Well, we did nt get any more than we paidfor, I think, was Teds comment. We have ntnamed him
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