Now all this money’s goin’ to a good and clever boy, to buy him lots of
pea-nuts and candy, I’ll engage—with caramels; and that good boy is
just my size and age.”
MISS MILES, THE TELEGRAPH GIRL
Thy heart is like some icy lake,
On whose cold brink I stand;
Oh, buckle on my spirit’s skate,
And take me by the hand!
And lead, thou living saint, the way
To where the ice is thin,