“Do you want to wash my dishes with it?”
“N-no. I’d rather hem cloths, I b’lieve: but I’d like to try it on my doll dishes.”
Lee McCrae.
A SNOW-FLAKE.
Once he sang of summer,
Nothing but the summer;
Now he sings of winter,
Of winter bleak and drear:
Just because there’s fallen
A snow-flake on his forehead,