Then out he’d come, laughing, when they’d got past.
Can’t guess how he ever was cotched at last;
But he was, and they boosted him into their cart,
And nobody there could take his part.
My! but the little kids cried like mad,
And us bigger ones, too,—we felt just as bad;
For he’d rode us all on his old yellow back.
It looked as though it was all up with Jack,
And I watched him go; but he cocked one eye
As much as to say, “I’ll be back by and by.”