Pop.—It sharpens my appetite: I know that.
Pip.—Come on, then! Let us see who will fly the faster to the brook. [They fly off.]
UNCLE CHARLES
WHAT CAME OF A DIRTY FACE.
A little boy I used to know,
Who went to a district school.
He learned to read, and he learned to write,
And to whisper against the rule.
What fun it was with his marbles to play
When the teacher was busy, and looking away!
This little boy, one day, was sent
A pail of water to bring,
And like Jack and Jill away he ran,
And back he came with a swing.