And Cousin Marguerite.
And Uncle Philip and Cousin Kate,
And mamma’s old friend, Miss Madeline;
And—let me see—ah, yes, that is eight,
And Mr. Brownell makes nine!
As I close my story I hear a sigh,
The curly head closer nestles, and then,
In a sad little voice, “How many are I?”
“My darling! At least you are ten!”