  “Hurrah!” cried Carl, “the sun shines gay; The winter’s gone. It’s warm to-day! Let’s gather sticks in the garden lot And make a jolly fire. Why not?” Then out ran Fred, and Helen, too, And Towser came to help them through. They raked the sticks, the weeds they brought, And every brier and twig they sought. It made a heap ere they did stop; Fred’s head was lower than the top. They lit the pile, the flames rose high; They laughed to see the bright sparks fly! |
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