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LEFT ALONE
- MY cousins are gone out to walk,
- Mama is called away,
- And in Aunt Mary’s drawing‐room
- I must not romp or play.
- The door is shut, I cannot reach
- To open it, and yet
- I’m not afraid, because I know
- Mama will not forget.
- I will not kick the door, or scream,
- Or make a foolish noise,
- I’ll try to be contented, though
- I have not got my toys.
- The blazing fire that burns so bright
- I must not come too near,
- Nor must I touch the pretty things
- Upon the chiffonier.
- Stay, there’s one pleasant thing to do,
- I never knew it fail—
- I’ll get the great old picture‐book
- And tell myself a tale.
A.K.
