| When the Youngest of Wards When the youngest of wards at last presses his lids in a way that all too tightly gives his obedience to nap time, we surmisse the first of schemes its immemorial hatching. Later on he may well suppose the dupes he calls mom and dad are savy in means beyond the sly way they don indulgent smiles, and which, in turn, bespeak their prayers. As for my avuncular part, it's always with a lifted heart that I sometimes catch You too in pretending not to hear. |
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