“Make haste—but I’m not afraid—I’ll frighten all the Indians away.” Saying this, he rattled the drum as rapidly as possible.
“See what I’ve got, brother,” said Mary, returning with a juvenile book, and sitting down close at his side. He thrust the drum away, and, laughing heartily, placed his arm round his sister and said: “Mother’s got my book; but you’ll let me look at yours, won’t you, sister?”
“Yes that I will, brother—see, this is the little old woman, and there’s her dog—”
“Yes, and there’s the peddler,” cried the youth, pointing at the picture.
“Now can’t you read it, brother?”
“To be sure I can—let me read:
“‘There was a little woman
As I have heard tell,
She went to market
Her eggs for to sell.’