that sure as eggs was eggs,
He, too, must surely die.

But brave Selina, though her tears
Fell all the while like rain,
Washed off the dirt and set him up
Upon his feet again.

She found the remnants of his hat, And led him to the gate; But there the Camel's owner stood As large and grim as fate. Before they left, that greedy man Took all the cash they had, And turned their pockets inside-out (Which made Selina mad).

How different their coming home From their gay start at morn; They creep along—a sorry sight— Bedraggled and forlorn. He knows he showed a want of pluck, Whatever she may say; She feels that it was all her fault For having a birthday.

But—once at home—the ruddy blaze Each drooping spirit cheers; Sam sets Selina by the fire And wipes away her tears. He draws her closer to his side; He tootles on a comb, And sings her, as her sobs subside, A verse of "Home, Sweet Home."