Cobwebs to catch flies

by Mrs. Lovechild

First Boy. Now I see one, two, six—yes, ten hogs. Why do you all run?—Now let us go off.

Second Boy. You can not see me.

First Boy. You are hid.

Second Boy. I see you. Can you not see me?

First Boy. O, now I can get up.

Second Boy. No, I can run; you can not get me.

First Boy. Yes, I can.

Second Boy. Let us go to Tom.

First Boy. We must not go out.

Second Boy. I can get out.