On the Tree Top

But though it is stupid, And though it is slow, To fill such an humble position; To be a _good_ scarecrow Is better I know Than to scorn a lowly condition.

Maltese, yellow, and black as ink; White, with both ears lined with pink; Striped, like a royal tiger's skin; Yet all were hollow-eyed, and thin; And each one wailed aloud, Once...

And down he lay to rest him for a minute-- The day had grown so hot-- Close to a rock where lay the seven children, Although he knew it not.

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She reached her room with gasping breath,--behold, another terror! Upon the key within her hand; she saw a ghastly stain; She rubbed it with her handkerchief, she washed in soap...

"Look sharp when she peeps through the crack o' the door! Look sharp when she hides away under the floor! She'll crack the bare ground with a terrible bang! And out from the cla...