How quickly children's clothes will rip and tear! Each time I put off mending till so late, I re'lize that a family of eight Can give a loving mother lots of care. If more get born I really do declare I'll put 'em into bed and make 'em wait. My brother hopes to learn to @3operate,@1 But there is not a child that I would spare. He's borrowed three that he pertends are dead. But I won't even think of such a thin'! And yet at mending time I've often said I almost wished—though p'raps it is a sin— That God had sent @3some@1 paper dolls instead Whose clothes are only painted on their skin. |