But ‘Ma! here’s a slat in the fence broke, and the boy that is next door can see.’
But the next day I climbed on our wood-shed, as you know Mamma says I’ve a right,
And she calls out, ‘Well, peekin is manners!’ and I answered her, ‘Sass is perlite!’
“But I wasn’t a bit mad; no, Papa; and to prove it, the very next day,
When she ran past our fence, in the morning I happened to get in her way,
For you know I am ‘chunked’ and clumsy, as she says are all boys of my size,
And she nearly upset me, she did, Pa, and laughed till tears came in her eyes.
“And then we were friends, from that moment, for I knew that she told Kitty Sage—
And she wasn’t a girl that would flatter—‘that she thought I was tall for my age,’
And I gave her four apples that evening, and took her to ride on my sled,