unspeakable glad: But--it bain't quite the same as when I was a lad. There's joy and there's joy, Ma'am, but to tell 'ee the truth There's none can compare with the joy of one's youth. And if it was possible, how could I choose But be back in boy's breeches to eat the goose; And all the old things--and my Mother the most, To shine again real as my own gatepost. What wouldn't I give, too, to see again wag The dumpity tail of my old dog, Shag! Your kindness, Ma'am, but all wishing was vain Unless us can both be young again." A shrill, faint laughter from nowhere came ... Empty the dark in the candle-flame....
And there stood our Sam, about four foot high, Snub nose, shock hair, and round blue eye. Breeches and braces and coat of him too, Shirt on his back, and each clodhopping shoe Had shrunk to a nicety--button and hem To fit the small Sammie tucked up into them.
There was his Mother, too; smooth, dear cheek, Lips as smooth as a blackbird's beak, Pretty arched eyebrows, the daintiest nose-- Whil
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