"O, it is trouble very bad, Which causes us to weep; All last night long we were so sad, Not one of us could sleep." Sometimes they called us all three just "the boys." But I don't think that was fair. I may have been rather a _tom_boy, but I wasn't quite so bad as to be called a "boy." I was nine then-- I mean I was nine at the beginning of the time I am going to tell you about, and now I am fourteen. Afterwards, I will tell you what put it into my head to write it down. If I told you now you wouldn't understand--at least not without my telling you things all out of their places--ends at the beginning, and middles at the end; and mother says it's an awfully bad habit to do things that way.…
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