  "Mother," said Lida, "why can't brother speak, Is he so stupid or only just weak, Like poor ancient Grandma, when she has a cold, And loses her voice so she can't even scold?" "No, darling," said Mother, "your brother can't talk, Eat sugar candy, nor even yet walk, As he is a baby the size of your doll, And babies can't talk when they are so small." "Then, Mother," said Lida, "the kids nowadays Are not half so smart in all of their ways As babies who lived in the long, long ago, For dear teacher told me (so, course it is so), That Job in the Bible cursed the day he was born, |
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