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Why, what a frightful face is this! And what has happened, sir, amiss? Come, let me wipe these tears away, And see no more cross looks to-day. If Kate did throw your blocks about, She's very sorry, I've no doubt; And here she stands to tell you so, And build another house, I know. No tears and crying here must be, So have a pleasant smile for me. There, that will do,—now run away, And kindly with your sister play.
