For hours the Brownies viewed the show, Commenting on the groups below; |
Said one: "That pleasure might be ours—
We have the feet and motive powers;
No mortal need us Brownies teach,
If skates were but within our reach."
Another answered: "Then, my friend,
To hear my plan let all attend.
I have a building in my mind
That we within an hour can find.
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Three golden balls hang by the door, Like oranges from Cuba's shore; Behind the dusty counter stands A native of queer, far-off lands; The place is filled with various things, From baby-carts to banjo-strings; Here hangs a gun without a lock Some Pilgrim bore to Plymouth rock; And there a pair of goggles lie, That saw the red-coats marching by; While piles of club and rocker skates Of every shape the buyer waits! Though second-hand, I'm sure they'll do, And serve our wants as well as new. That place we'll enter as we may, To-morrow night, and bear away A pair, the best that come to hand, For every member of the band." At once, the enterprise so bold Received support from young and old. |
A place to muster near the town,
And meeting hour they noted down;
And then retiring for the night,
They soon were lost to sound and sight.
When evening next her visit paid
To fold the earth in robes of shade,