. St. Nicholas [serial]. THE PEAR-TREE. By Katharine Mama had one morning been bakingSome little cakes, spicy and sweet. May I have some? said James. Notat present,Said mama; you ve had plenty to But mama was called out of the kitchen;The cakes looked so tempting and That James filled his pockets andsatchel,And ran out of doors in a trice. As James ran along with his spice-cakes,He looked up, and what should hesee, Beyond a high wall, but a pear-treeWith ripe yellow pears on the tree. Thought James, If I only could reach With cakes they would taste in through the gate he w
. St. Nicholas [serial]. THE PEAR-TREE. By Katharine Mama had one morning been bakingSome little cakes, spicy and sweet. May I have some? said James. Notat present,Said mama; you ve had plenty to But mama was called out of the kitchen;The cakes looked so tempting and That James filled his pockets andsatchel,And ran out of doors in a trice. As James ran along with his spice-cakes,He looked up, and what should hesee, Beyond a high wall, but a pear-treeWith ripe yellow pears on the tree. Thought James, If I only could reach With cakes they would taste in through the gate he went creep-ing—I wonder, myself, how he could ! But a terrible witch owned this pear-tree;Out into the garden came she. Ho ! she cried. So at last I havecaught you —The boy whos been robbing my tree.*The wicked witch called out her daughter :Come watch by this pear-tree, shesaid,And I will go fetch out the ladderI have laid away in the shed.
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