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Phoebe Phoebe Where is the chit	A
When I want her most she's out of the way	B
Child you're running a long account	C
Up to be squared on Judgment day	B
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Where have you been and what have you there	D
To the pasture for buttercups wet with dew	E
My patience I think you are out of your wits	F
I wonder what good will buttercups do	E
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There's pennyroyal you might have got	G
It might have been useful to you or me	H
But I never heard in all my life	I
Of buttercup cordial or buttercup tea	H
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I want you to stay and mind the bread	J
I've just put two loaves in the oven to bake	K
When they are clone take them carefully out	L
And put in their place this loaf of cake	K
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While I run over to Widow Brown's	M
Her son from the mines has just got back	N
I don't believe he's a cent in his purse	O
Young men are so shiftless now alack	N
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It was very different when I was young	N
Young men were prudent and girls were wise	P
You wouldn't catch them gadding about	L
Like so many idle butterflies	P
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So bustled and scolded the worthy dame	Q
Until she had passed the outer sill	R
To do her justice it seldom chanced	L
That her hands were idle or tongue was still	R
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So Phoebe gathered her knitting up	S
And sat her down in the chimney niche	T
But her mind was on other thoughts intent	L
And here and there she dropped a stitch	T
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The yellow kitten purred on the hearth	U
While the kitchen clock with its frame of oak	N
In the corner stood like a sentinel	V
And challenged time with its measured stroke	N
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But Phoebe's mind was on none of these	W
The bread in the oven her good aunt's frown	X
And the scene before her faded away	B
And blended with thoughts of Reuben Brown	X
	-
How they walked together on summer days	Y
Or bravely faced the winter's chill	R
And chatted merrily all the way	B
To the little school house on Sligo Hill	R
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How both grew older and school days passed	L
When he was a youth and a maiden she	H
How often she went with Reuben Brown	X
To the rustic dance or the social bee	H
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The warm flush deepened on Phoebe's cheek	N
And she breathed a low half conscious sigh	Z
Ah well a day they were happy times	A2
But he has forgotten and so must I	Z
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So Phoebe gathered her knitting up	S
Which while she was thinking had fallen down	X
When her quick ear caught a strange footfall	B2
And there in the doorway stood Reuben Brown	X
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With the same frank handsome face she knew	E
A smile as bright and an eye as black	N
Phoebe he said I have wandered far	C2
Are you glad to see your playmate back	N
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The kitten still purred on the kitchen hearth	U
And the ancient clock with its frame of oak	N
In the corner stood like a sentinel	V
And challenged time with its measured stroke	N
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A pleased light shone in the maiden's eyes	P
Ah love young love it is very sweet	L
Reuben had gone but she sat quite still	R
And the knitting lay untouched at her feet	L
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Just then the dame came bustling in	D2
And went to the oven without ado	E
Why Phoebe child what have you done	E2
The bread is baked as black as my shoe	E
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And Phoebe started and blushed for shame	Q
Took up her knitting and dropped it down	X
And when her aunt said What ails you child	L
She hastily answered Reuben Brown	X
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Ah love young love it is very sweet	L
In field or hamlet or crowded mart	L
But it burns with the brightest purest flame	Q
In the hidden depths of a young maid's heart	L

Horatio Alger, Jr.

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