Hurrah for the Holidays! 85

 

well I remember it! All among
the long grass we lay, looking up
at the little, young apples over-
head, and now and then setting
our teeth in the sour middles of
those that had fallen. But we —
were a little afraid of the effects
of these unripe, bullet things, so
we did no more than taste them.
Then my eight-year-old cousin
began to say me long pages of
poetry, and when he had exhausted
his stores, he astonished me by the
funny, learned sound of his Latin
declensions. |
“You know, Sissy,” he said,
“TI mean to be a very learned man