The Sun Was Slowly Setting In The

Oh, But Aunt Polly, Aunt Polly, You Haven't Left Me Any Time At All Just To- To Live.

It'll Be Just Lovely For You To Play -- It'll Be So Hard. And There's So Much More Fun When It Is Hard!

I Should Think You Could Be Gladder On Monday Mornin' Than Any Other Day In The Week, Because 'twould Be A Whole Week Before You'd Have Another One!

The Sun Was Slowly Setting In The West, Casting Golden Beams Of Light Into The Somber Old Room.

... If God Took The Trouble To Tell Us Eight Hundred Times To Be Glad And Rejoice, He Must Want Us To Do It—some.