Читать книгу The Infant's Delight: Poetry - Unknown - Страница 11

"No, Nel-ly! not to-day, my child!

I can-not let you take it;

This cold March wind, so strong and wild,

Your pa-ra-sol, 'twould break it!"

So said Mam-ma; but Nel-ly thought,

"I will take my new pre-sent:

Tis mine; to please me it was bought;

The wea-ther's bright and plea-sant."

So naugh-ty Nel-ly sli-ly took

What kind Mam-ma had bought her,

And out she went—and, only look!

The wild March wind has caught her!

The silk tore up, the ribs broke out,

In spite of Nel-ly's sway-ing;

And peo-ple laugh-ed at her, no doubt—

That comes of dis-o-bey-ing.