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A woman very pale and thin—
A widow too, she said—

And six young children, none of whom
This day had tasted bread ;

And not a single spark of fire
This bitter. freezing day :

Now, was there e’er a sadder sight,
Dear Cousin Susey, say?

Three little ones tried to keep warm
In a poor wretched bed ;

So cold was one the mother held,
I surely thought ’t was dead.

Could you have seen how glad they looked,
When mother sent for wood,

And bread and meat enough for all,
Susey, ’t would do you good.

SUSEY.

I have a dollar here, dear Bell,
Pa gave me yesterday ;
I'll give it them: come, go with me,
We'll run there all the way.
I’d rather make a sad heart smile
Than buy a doll, 1’m sure ;
Indeed, it must be very hard
Such sorrow to endure.