The two little girls were dressed in black And the elder—that's the mother— To the very door of the primary school Had held the hand of the other. And at the jam-tarts in the box She gave her final look, And ran her eyes once more across The page of the lesson-book. Then, as it was a cold morning And the water was frozen in the pool, And as the child must always be In a state to enter school, Opening the old black shawl That covered her careful calico The elder pulled out her handkerchief, Held the little one's nose, and said: "Blow!" |