Perhaps it will do me good to have a nice, comfortable, miserable chatter.
To begin, then. This morning I woke, and thought I was up with the sun.
So never hurried myself; but dressed slow, and came down, to find breakfast all done,
And nothing left for me but one cold slapjack, and all the chicken gone,
Unless, to be sure, I could have eaten the drumsticks, and one perfectly clean breast bone!
And, of course, I had to make haste, for it was nine o'clock and after,
And the master had offered a prize to the earliest boy—and here was I beaten by even lazy Tommy Shafter!
But it was no use to fret, so I snatched up my satchel, and would have been off in a minute,
When lo and behold! my geography was gone; and though we hunted the house, it was plain it wasn't in it,
Till at last I remembered that yesterday I had gone after school to the dog pound,