A LITTLE CALLER.
LONG, long ago, she ambled to town, her
flaxen curls bobbed up and down,
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Her best blue ribbons fluttered gay, and she
had some calling-cards of her own—
Long, long ago, the people cried, "There
rides the sweet little Arabella,
She goes for to make a wedding-call, to-day,
on the Prince and Cinderella!"