“And as to the old ones, why, which is the best?
There’s old blind man’s buff, hide-and-seek, and the rest—
Or pretending it’s tea-time, when dollies are dressed.
“But no; let me see—now I’ve thought of a way
Which would really, I think, be still better than play:
I’ll try to be good, if I can, the whole day,
“Without any fretting or crying: Oh, no,
For that makes me wretched wherever I go;
And it would be a pity to spoil the day so.
“I don’t choose to be such a baby, not I,