Poem by Edith Matilda Thomas

The Little Girl from Town

Us children liked her, though she was so queer,
When she came out to Pleasantville, last year;
She "mustn't walk upon the grass," she said:
We asked her why?--and she just shook her head!

Oh, yes, us children liked the little kid,
Although she didn't know one thing we did,
And said the oddest things you ever heard;
She saw a goose, and asked, "What kind o' bird?"

Us children liked the little kid, oh, yes!
She wa'n't a bit afraid to tear her dress;
One day, when she went barefoot, just like us,
She got a stone-bruise; but she didn't _fuss!

Oh, yes! us children liked her, but oh, my!
We had to teach her how to play "high spy";
She came to see us,--called our house "a flat"--
I wonder now--what _could_ she mean by that?

1. Her Christmas Present
2. Refreshments for Santa Claus
3. The Firebrand (Northern Ohio, Christmas Eve, 1804)
4. “I Ought to Mustn't”
5. A Vain Regret

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