“Here we go up—up—uppy; and here we go down—down—downy,” they were singing in unison, when “ding, ding, ding!” went the school-bell, followed by a scream from Miss Primrose.
With glowing cheeks—that’s from the exercise—and downcast eye, from fear of Miss Primrose’s anger, Kitty came demurely into the school-room before recess was half over.
After a long lecture about her “masculine behavior,” “horrid red countenance,” and “rumpled dress,” and “dishevelled hair,” poor Kitty is sent to her form to “sit up straight, and not forget that she is a young lady hereafter.”
“HERE WE GO UP—UP—UPPY; AND HERE WE GO DOWN—DOWN—DOWNY.”
And what of her brother who was on the other end of the plank? O, he is a boy! “That’s what’s the difference!”
Love and Thoroughwort.
“He’ll never die for love, I know,
He’ll never die for love, nor wear
Upon his brow the marks of care.”
This is a true story, written for this work, but published, by permission of the author, in the “American Union.”
“So you believe me totally incapable of truly loving any girl, do you?”