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A TIRESOME LESSON.

  

 

 

This sum I cannot do;
I think it’s very hard to be

At lessons now, don’t you?»

“The sun is hot, and every spot
Is bright with golden rays;
I think it is a dreary lot

To work on such warm days!”

But through the garden auntie comes,
And with a smile says she:
“Tl help you, Freda, with your sums—

Then you for play are free.

“Come, don't be idle; work away, —
Try hard, my little one!
Then you will feel so glad and gay

To know your work is done.”