Dear Grandmamma--I write to say
(And you'll be glad, I know,)
That I am coming, Saturday,
To spend a week or so.
I'm coming, too, without mamma,
You know I'm eight years old!
And you shall see how good I'll be,
To do as I am told.
I'll help you lots about your word--
There's so much I can do--
I'll weed the garden, hunt for eggs,
And feed the chickens, too.
And maybe I will be so good
You'll keep me there till fall;
Or, better still, perhaps you'll say
I can't go home at all!
Now grandmamma, please don't forget
To meet me at the train,
For I'll be sure to come--unless
It should cloud up and rain!