THE SILVER LAKE STORIES. 37

Or heedlessly I left it on the well curb’s narrow
brink ;

That I cared not for her present when I dropped
it in the well,

And what to say to grandmamma, I’m sure I can-
not tell.

She’ll say I am so heedless, a careless, careless
child,

That nice things should not be given one 80
thoughtless and so wild ;

That I was pleased a moment with the present
which she sent,

But cared for it no longer when to the well I
went.

My silver cup! my silver cup! oh, what a deep,
deep well!

And what to say to grandmamma, I cannot, can-
not tell. |

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