"Take it or leave it as you will"— His voice ringing out so clearly Awoke in her heart a happy thrill— "You know that I love you dearly."
Day-dreams indulged as she taught the school Held lovers kneeling and suing; "Take it or leave it"—her April fool Was masterful in his wooing.
He gave her the flower—she gave him a kiss— His suit she had long been scorning; But you never can tell what the primmest miss Will do of a bright spring morning.
BILLY.
O! He was the boy of the house, you know, A jolly and rollicking lad; He never was sick, he never was tired, And nothing could make him sad.
If he started to play at sunrise, Not a rest would he take at noon; No day was so long from beginning to end, But his bed-time came too soon.
Did someone urge that he make less noise, He would say, with a saucy grin: "Why, one boy alone doesn't make much stir— O sakes! I wish I was a twin.
"There's two of twins, and it must be fun To go double at everything; To holler by twos, and whistle by twos, To stamp by twos, and to sing!"