And Jimmy and Alice took rooms in the loft,
While I had mine on the second floor.
Jimmy and Alice went climbing high
Over the rafters above my head,
And peeped thro’ the swallow-holes out at the sky.
—If Mother had seen them, what would she have said?
But I stayed down in the soft new hay,
And the sun crept in thro’ a yellow chink,
And a long beam found me out where I lay,
And tickled my eyes till it made them blink.