"Mother, I think I don't care much for melons. I wont plant any more," said Jim next morning.
"I don't like 'em myself, lad," said the mother. "I'd a deal rather you'd stick to the bench, like your auld father."
"I will, mother dear," answered Nimble Jim. And he is mending shoes there to this day, as happy as happy can be.
"Oh! I'm my mamma's lady-girl
And I must sit quite still;
It would not do to jump and whirl,
And get my hair all out of curl,