This week it's got so warm that I have been Without my overcoat for every day. I wisht I hadn't promised to stay in An' study for an hour, instead of play. 'Cause with the window up a little way I smell the grass and see the buds begin. Our clock's a lot behind time, I should say, An' studyin' too hard'll make me thin! I hear the boys outside begin to call— They want me for a game of two-old-cat. I guess they know I've got a brand new ball;— It isn't me they want so much as that. I bet you they can't borrow it at all Unless I get first innin's at the bat! |