. St. Nicholas [serial]. In an apron of blue by the sand-heapshe sits,And she makes the most follows the brooklet that sings as it runs, All under the sweet summer mischievous breezes will linger, I ween, To ruffle each wild yellow croons a soft song while the hours slipalong:She s a glad little morning girl. But when three oclock comes, then beholdwhat a change!She wears a white frock, ruffled walks up and down in the very front yard, And her slippers are shining and a prim golden row, not a hair out ofplace, Can be seen every roundshining c

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. St. Nicholas [serial]. In an apron of blue by the sand-heapshe sits,And she makes the most follows the brooklet that sings as it runs, All under the sweet summer mischievous breezes will linger, I ween, To ruffle each wild yellow croons a soft song while the hours slipalong:She s a glad little morning girl. But when three oclock comes, then beholdwhat a change!She wears a white frock, ruffled walks up and down in the very front yard, And her slippers are shining and a prim golden row, not a hair out ofplace, Can be seen every roundshining , long seems the time,and so slow drags theday : She s a sad little after-noon girl. jffc. 969

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