. St. Nicholas [serial] . ruises in his handsome little sloop yacht. OldJohn Bloater has left the sea, and is janitor ofMr. Davidsons place of business. But hischief delight is to act as crew of that littleyacht in the summer. AN OLD FRIEND. By Celia Thaxter. Oh, whom did you meet, my children sweet, as out of the door you ranThis sparkling autumn morning ? — Now tell me if you can !What is it you say ? Not a living thing, except high up in the blueWe saw the white gulls sailing as we came down to you. But surely somebody met you as you ran skipping out. With your merry morning laughter and ma
. St. Nicholas [serial] . ruises in his handsome little sloop yacht. OldJohn Bloater has left the sea, and is janitor ofMr. Davidsons place of business. But hischief delight is to act as crew of that littleyacht in the summer. AN OLD FRIEND. By Celia Thaxter. Oh, whom did you meet, my children sweet, as out of the door you ranThis sparkling autumn morning ? — Now tell me if you can !What is it you say ? Not a living thing, except high up in the blueWe saw the white gulls sailing as we came down to you. But surely somebody met you as you ran skipping out. With your merry morning laughter and many a joyous shout, And kissed your lips and cheeks and chin — Thea, we tell you true, We did nt meet any living thing as we danced down to you. But who then has made your cheeks so red, and nipped each dear little nose,And kissed your lips till they glow as bright as my crimson Burgundy rose ?You did nt see but you felt the stranger,— did nt you ? Well, he cameLast night across the ocean, and Jack Frost is his name!. AN OLD FRIEND. Aha, you did nt remember him, did you, my darlings twain!A year ago he brought the snow, and here he is again;And he s always ready and waiting as soon as the summer s done,Full of his tricks and his antics, just brimming over with fun. He frightens the poor little flowers to death, but you dont mind him at all!He cracks the chestnut-burs in the woods and lets the brown nuts fall;He covers the laughing little brook with a lid of sparkling ice,And he hunts for cricket and grasshopper and hushes their noise in a trice. He was riding on the wind, full tilt, when you came out of the door,And he said to himself, Here are some friends I think I ve seen before!Here are two little girls I met last year, and I 11 toss their yellow hair,And paint their cheeks, and pinch their ears, and follow them everywhere. Ah, dear round cheeks so fresh and pink with the touch of gay Jack Frost,My little girls with the shining eyes and gold hair lightly tossed!I laugh
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