John Bannister Tabb (Джон Банистер Табб)

A Spy

  Sighed the languid Moon to the Morning Star:
  "O little maid, how late you are!"
  "I couldn't rise from my couch," quoth she,
  "While the Man-in-the-Moon was looking at me."

1. Bicycles! Tricycles!
2. A Legacy
3. Foot-Soldiers
4. Frog-Making
5. The Sun

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