ONE AFTERNOON.
Papa and Mamma went out to row,
And left us alone at home, you know,—
Roderick, James and me.
“My dears,” they said, “now play with your toys
Like dear little, good little, sweet little boys,
And we will come home to tea.”
We played with our toys the longest while!
We built up the blocks for nearly a mile,—
Roderick, James and I.