Eliza Lee Cabot Follen,
Hymns, Songs, and Fables, for Young People
“ Down tumbled poor Frank on the floor. He was a brave boy, he thought not of crying, He said, "Never mind," though in pain; He whistled to Fido, but there is no denying He fell down again and again. He went to his bed with his heart full of sorrow; He said to the nurse,—"I should choose, If you please, when I'm dressed, my good Betsey, to-morrow, To put on my easy old shoes. "See how red my toes are, and I'm all black and blue; I don't like my new shoes at all." "Ah! you see," answered Betsey, "what I told you was true; Your shoes, Master Frank, are too small." ”
