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 Lesson XVII.
 MY GOOD-FOR-NOTHING 
1.     "What are you good for, my
brave little man?
 Answer that question for me, if you can,--
 You, with your fingers as white as a nun,--
 You, with your ringlets as bright as the sun.
 All the day long, with your busy contriving,
 Into all mischief and fun you are driving;
 See if your wise little noddle can tell
 What you are good for. Now ponder it well."
 2.     Over the carpet the dear little
feet
 Came with a patter to climb on my seat;
 Two merry eyes, full of frolic and glee,
 Under their lashes looked up unto me;
 Two little hands pressing soft on my face,
 Drew me down close in a loving embrace;
 Two rosy lips gave the answer so true,
 "Good to love you, mamma, good to love you."
 Emily Huntington Miller 
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