It was spring the first time that I saw her, for her papa and mamma moved in
Next door, just as skating was over, and marbles about to begin;
For the fence in our back yard was broken, and I saw, as I peeped through the slat,
There were “Johnny-jump-ups” all around her, and I knew it was spring just by that.
I never knew whether she saw me, for she did n't say nothing to me,
But “Ma! here's a slat in the fence broke, and the boy that is next door can see.”
But the next day I climbed on our wood-shed, as you know Mamma saysI've a right,
And she calls out, “Well, peekin’ is manners!” and I answered her, “Sass is perlite!”
But I was n't a bit mad, no, Papa, and to prove it, the very next day,
When she ran past our fence in the morning I happened to get in her way,—
For you know I am “chunked” and clumsy, as she says are all boys of my size,—
And she nearly upset me, she did, Pa, and laughed till tears came in her eyes.