All looking so happy and gay, and not caring a bit for poor Bobby,
Just as if I wanted to get into scrapes, and mischief and bad conduct were quite my hobby!
Then off they whirled; and as I was left alone, I thought I might as well be up and doing.
Oh, good gracious, why didn't I sit still? but how could I tell what was brewing?
BOBBY AND ROVER.
So I went to the stable to see our big dog Rover, and thought I would take him out with me;
When, just as I had slipped his chain, he broke loose, and ran, I don't know where! and, I'm sure, pa will never forgive me!
For he thought so much of Rover. Oh, dear me, what shall I do?
If it would be any use in the world, I really think I should begin to boohoo!