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My Mother cut it out for me and started it so I could see; And then she turned some edges in And let me take it to begin I made it But I did not know How very hard it is to sew. I took a long time for that stitch, And now it's there, I don't know which Is better; but not one is small. And they are not alike at all. That side was very hard to fix; And then the needle always pricks, And you must hold it and take care, Because the point is always there; And knots keep coming, by and by; And then, no matter how you try The thread comes out of its old eye:

But somehow, now I have it done, I think it is a pretty one.

Im always glad when Andrew comes.
 * If only I am there,

He stays awhile and talks to me,
 * As if he didn't care.

He took me to some Music once,
 * When it was all for me;

And, oh, I had a splendid time!
 * And he said so did he.

It lasts, as if the Music still
 * Went round and round the sky:

He said he had a good time too,
 * And I said so did I