Carolyn Wells (Кэролин Уэллс)

Young America

Wee Willie sat a-thinking,
  And he shook his curly head.
Around him on the nursery floor
  His treasures lay outspread.

Firecrackers and torpedoes,
  Trumpet and flag and drum,
Rockets and pinwheels and paper caps,
  For Fourth of July had come.

"But it makes me sort o' sorry,"
  Wee Willie said with a sigh,
"To think of those poor little English boys
  Without any Fourth of July."

1. The Poster-Girl after Dante Gabriel Rossetti
2. The Happy Hyena
3. An Old Love
4. The Musical Carp
5. The Spelling Lesson

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