XVIII. The Hoyden.
Miss Agnes had two or three dolls, and a box
To hold all their bonnets and tippets and
frocks;
In a red leather threadcase that snapp'd when it
shut,
She had needles to sew with, and scissars to cut;
But Agnes lik'd better to play with rude boys,
Than work with her needle, or play with her toys;
Young ladies should always appear neat and clean,
Yet Agnes was seldom dress'd fit to be seen.
I saw her one morning attempting to throw
A very large stone, when it fell on her toe;
The boys who were present, and saw what-was
done,
Set up a loud laugh, and they call'd it fine fun.
But I took her home and the doctor soon came,
And Agnes I fear will a long time be lame,
And from morning till night, she laments very
much,
That now when she walks, she must lean on a
crutch,
And she told her dear father, a thousand times
o'er,
That she never will play with rude boys any more.
