She wa’n’t a bit afraid to tear her dress;
One day, when she went barefoot, just like us,
She got a stone-bruise; but she didn’t fuss!
Oh, yes! us children liked her, but oh, my!
We had to teach her how to play “high spy”;
She came to see us,—called our house “a flat“—
I wonder now—what could she mean by that?