  The cart was broken, harness, too, But these young folks knew what to do. The saw and hammer quick they brought, And all their skill and wisdom sought. The wagon was in such a plight, To mend it took till almost night. The boys their anger soon forgot, And Helen, too, the aching spot. Towser so penitent appeared, They did not chide, because they feared To grieve him. So repose he sought While they repaired the ill he’d wrought. |
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