  "Indeed you are troublesome, Anne," said her aunt, "You begg'd me to bring you abroad, And now you are cross and pretend that you want To be carried the rest of the road. "I hope you know better than cry in the street: The people will think it so odd, And if Mrs. Birch we should happen to meet, She will ask if we want a new rod. "Then dry up your tears; with a smile on your face You will speak in a different tune. And now you have cleverly mended your pace, We shall both be at home very soon." |
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