WHEN Paul grew older and the little sister could go with him to school he changed his mind about her value. Sometimes, I am sorry to say, he led her into mischief, and once they were lost a whole day in the woods because Paul wanted to show her how the flowers grew and the trees sang, but after all the little girl made him a better boy as we shall see.
What's that you say? "She's only a girl?"
Well, so much the better for that;
Her eyes are the prettiest I ever saw,
Just peep at them under her hat.
She talks in the funniest broken way,
Just as I did once! Well, who cares?
I never could smile the way she does,
Or pit-a-pat on the stairs.
I wonder at girls, I do, Jim Pool,