“This,” she said (I scarcely heard it),
“This I did when but a child.”
Near by stood a tiny flax-wheel,—
Round and round the wheel she turned,
As with it, a blushing maiden,
She her wedding “outfit” earned.
Then beside a wooden cradle,
Grandma in an arm-chair sat;
Rocked it back and forward gently,
With her foot—yet stranger’n that,