Come to my home with me.

My Mamma is coming up here.

My dear little baby brother came as soon as he was born and now Grandma says Mamma is coming to take care of the baby and I must be really good to her, so she does not worry about Papa and brother Henry.

I do not think she would do that. Great big men can take care of themselves and Henry is almost as tall as Papa.

I have a nice little verse, which I am practising on. I made it all myself and I think it is beautiful, and I am speaking it to Mamma every time they let me go to her, but she does not hear me yet. When she gets her new ears, she will hear me.

It is this―

And the sweet voice of the child sounded loud and musical in the clear air―

Dear Mamma, come to my home with me,

You are tired of waiting, I know,

And baby, he needs you so awfully bad,

For Grandma, she says it is so.

Do you not think that is pretty?