EXTREMES.
Reading edition
I. A little boy once played so loud That the Thunder, up in a thunder-cloud, Said, “Since I can’t be heard, why then, I’ll never, never thunder again!” II. And a little girl once kept so still That she heard a fly on the window-sill Whisper and say to a lady-bird,— “She’s the stillest child I ever heard!”
—James Whitcomb Riley.