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RRY GIRL. PART I. "Why, Phebe, are you come so soon, Where are your berries, child? You cannot, sure, have sold them all, You had a basket pil'd." "No, mother, as I climb'd the fence, The nearest way to town, My apron caught upon a stake, And so I tumbled down. "I scratched my arm, and tore my hair, But still did not complain; And had my blackberries been safe, Should not have cared a grain. [Illustration: Phebe and her Mother.] "But when I saw them on the ground All scattered by my side, I pick'd my empty basket up, And down I sat and cried. "Just then a pretty little Miss Chanced to be walking by; She stopp'd, and looking pitiful, She begg'd me not to cry. "'Poor little girl, you fell,' said she, 'And must be sadly hurt'-- 'O, no,' I cried, 'but see my fruit, All mixed with sand and dirt!' "'Well, do not grieve for that,' she said 'Go home, and get some more:' Ah, no, for I have stripp'd the vines, These were the last they bore. "My father, Miss, is very poor, And works in yonder stall; He has so many little ones, He cannot clothe us all. "I always long'd to go to church, But never could I go; For when I ask'd him for a gown, He always answer'd, 'No.' "'There's not a father in the world That loves his children more; I'd get you one with all my heart, But, Phebe, I am poor.' "But when the blackberries were ripe He said to me one day, 'Phebe, if you will take the time That's given you for play, "'And gather blackberries enough,-- And carry them to town,-- To buy your bonnet and your shoes, I'll try to get a gown.' [Illustration: Phebe and Billy going to School.] "O Miss, I fairly jumped for joy, My spirits were so light: And so, when I had leave to play, I pick'd with all my might. "I sold enough to get my shoes, About a week ago; And these, if they had not been spilt, Would buy a bonnet too. "But now they are gone, they all are gone And I can get no more, And Sundays I must stay at home Just as I did before. "And, mother, then I cried again, As hard as I could cry; And, looking up, I saw a tear Was standing in her eye. "She caugh
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