air,
An’ all the children in the town was there.
So every one got a present again
’Cept Willie an’ Wallie an’ Huldy an’ Jane—
An’ it served ’em right, don’t you think? because
They’d stolen the presents from Santa Clause.

Once there was a GIANT HORSE,
That walked through all the Town,

A-stepping into all the Roofs,
And Smashing Houses down!

The Towel hangs upon the Wall,
And, somehow, I don’t care at all!

The Door is open;—I must say
I rather fancy it that Way!

THE SOLES OF THE UNFORTUNATES.

IKKERY had but one leg[A] when I married him.[B] I did not realize what this meant {it meant 41 right-foot shoes [for he was extravagant (and I was economical[C]) to a degree] in his dressing closet} until he died.

				I could not bear to throw
				them away.
				The clerks asserted that all
				their one-legged right-footed
I could not get rid of them				customers wore
				large sizes.[D]
				There were not weddings
				enough to throw them all
				after the carriages.

Chapter II.

My second marriage WOULD have been happy, but my husband met with a distressing accident, which necessitated an amputation ^{of his right leg} of his wrong leg. So the collection increased.

In spite of all my precautions, Mr. Silk’s shoes would often be left pointing toward the bed.[E] How I suffered! At last Mr. Silk died. The day after the funeral, I made a procession of all the shoes—

ORDER:

Sixty-two right-foot shoes, ^{toe to heel,} they reached from my bedroom[F] to the stairs.

I was in despair when a small-footed man named Box proposed to me. I looked at his feet and accepted him. (I was sure the shoes would fit.)

As soon as he was asleep I approached his prostrate form (my axe was sharp {I ground it myself} and my mind was set).

Sixty-two soles inspired me.[G] I struck the blow!—Then the HORROR of my deed seized me. The rest is too awful!

Note: I had cut off the wrong foot!