“I’ll fix it at bedtime!” Ah, little the use!

“Remember my stitches,” grandmother said,

As she kindly nodded her dear, wise head.

“A ‘corner rent’ in my dress, that’s all,”

And Mary ran for her cap and shawl.

“I’ll mend it soon—now there isn’t time!”

How she wished she’d heeded her grandmother’s rhyme!

The rent grew long and ever so wide,

And kept her at home from the picnic ride.

Teddy was playing with ball and bat.