To plant in one small space;

When I find it can’t be done

Regret is in her face.

She often says O! dare we plant,

Narcissus in a row?

But she agrees and I agree

Where hollyhocks should grow.

I only need to mention tea

And Endie’s soft eyes shine.{51}

{51}

And then she talks; her language flows

More eloquent than mine.

Once ambition burned my breast

Endie, too, was fired.

But here is where I stop to rest

For Endie’s getting tired.

{52}

In Our Old Street

WE children played in a queer old street

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