Sweet Sixteen.

I feel quite old today, do you know; Mother thinks it’s time I should learn to sew. Then to the dry goods store I went, Straight to the bargain counter bent. Goods for a waist was hard to find, Just what was suited to my mind. At last I decided on some cloth of blue With roses and violets of gorgeous hue. Now home I did hasten, to cut it out, And put my mind on what I was about; My, but wasn’t it hard to work, to sew and to baste, My sleeves went in wrong six times in my haste. Mother praised my work, for a rest I might go To a dear little neighbor, who lives just below; And wasn’t I proud, when she said I looked grand; That ’twas but a matter of time, I’d be quite a hand.