And she says to herself, “Oh! I shall be glad
When I am grown big like mamma, and can stay
With her and papa in the parlor all day.
I wonder if mamma was ever, like me,
Too little to stay in the parlor and see
The beautiful ladies, with dresses so fine,
Who came with her mamma and papa to dine.
Oh! I wish God would help me to hurry and grow,
And then with papa and mamma, I could go
To ride in the carriage, and not hear them say,