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<h4 class = "headline"> GOODY TWO-SHOES.</h4>     <h4 class = "extended">GOODY TWO-SHOES.</h4> <hr class = "micro"> <h6>VERSIFIED BY MRS. CLARA DOTY BATES.</h6> <hr class = "micro"> Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Little Goody Two-Shoes! Do you know about her? Well, I’m ready now to tell How the little creature came By so odd a name. It was very long ago, In the days of good Queen Bess, When upon the cold world’s care, Fatherless and motherless, There were thrown two helpless ones, Destitute as they could be; Tom, they called the little boy, And the girl was Margery. Many a day they cried for food When the cup-board shelves were bare; Many an hour they roamed the streets Scarcely knowing why or where. As to kindred, all were dead; As to shelter, they had none; As to shoes, Tom had a pair; Little Margery had but one! One-Shoe, One-Shoe, Think of Little One-Shoe! Think how never a pretty boot Was buttoned on the tender foot; Nor yet a slipper, fairy-light, With dainty knot or buckle bright! <ANTIMG src = "images/pic86b1.png" width-OBS="199" height-OBS="325" alt = "street scene"> <ANTIMG src = "images/pic86b2.png" width-OBS="521" height-OBS="124" alt = "pair of shoes">     But above our human woes Bends an always loving Heaven; And to every hungry cry Is there somewhere answer given. Kind eyes watched the wandering ones, Pitied their forlorn distress; Grieved to note Tom’s ragged coat, And Margery’s tattered dress. <ANTIMG src = "images/pic87b1.png" width-OBS="251" height-OBS="371" alt = "Margery with two shoes"> ’Twas the village clergyman, And he sought them tenderly, Gave them warm, soft clothes to wear. Ordered shoes for Margery. “Two shoes, two shoes, Oh, see my two shoes!” So did little Margery cry, When the cobbler came to try If they fitted trim and neat On the worn and tired feet: That is how and why she came By so strange a name. Tom went off to London town; Margery went to village school; Apt she was, and quick to learn, Docile to the simplest rule. Out from the long alphabet Letters looked at her and smiled, Almost seemed to nod and speak, Glad to know so bright a child, Ranged themselves in winsome words; Then in sentences. Indeed, Quite before she knew the fact, Margery had learned to read. <ANTIMG src = "images/pic87b2.png" width-OBS="235" height-OBS="41" alt = "cat and one shoe"> Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Eager Goody Two-Shoes! When the magic art she knew, She planned to help poor children too; And those who had no chance to learn Their letters, she would teach in turn. Now, in the days of good Queen Bess, Few books were printed, very few— None, scarcely, for the little folks; So Margery studied what to do. She cut from proper blocks of wood Sets of the letters: A, B, C; And in some cosy shady place Would group the children round her knee And teach them—not alone to read, But how to spell, and how to sing; And how to practice gentle ways, And to be kind to everything.     Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, So grew Goody Two-Shoes! First a maiden, comely, sweet; Then a woman, wise, discreet; Called now, as a courtesy, Little Mrs. Margery. An honored, faithful teacher she! And every year an added grace, More fair than youth’s fair roses are, Blossomed upon her charming face. All living things seemed drawn to her: A helpless lamb, whose dam had died, She reared and tended till he ran Tame as a kitten at her side; A sky-lark stolen from its nest Sang on her finger, though he knew His unclipped wings were free to soar At will into the heaven’s blue; A raven which had fought and torn Its captor’s hand with savage beak, And which at first could only croak, She taught in gracious words to speak; Jumper, the dog, watched all her steps With constant eyes and jealous love; A great cat purred and rubbed her dress; And on her shoulder perched a dove. <ANTIMG src = "images/pic88a.png" width-OBS="273" height-OBS="291" alt = "Margery with animals"> Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Ah me, Margery Two-Shoes! Maybe the days of good Queen Bess Were times of wisdom; nevertheless, Witches (the people said) might be— And a witch they thought our Margery! <ANTIMG src = "images/pic89a.png" width-OBS="202" height-OBS="274" alt = "Nickey Noodle"> ’Twas Nickey Noodle, a simpleton, Who raised the cry, “A witch, a witch!” Then she was summoned to the court, Amused, or grieved, she scarce knew which. <ANTIMG src = "images/pic89b.png" width-OBS="242" height-OBS="193" alt = "Court"> Plenty of friends, however, proved How false was Justice Shallow’s plea That “She must be a witch, because— Because of the raven, don’t you see?” <ANTIMG src = "images/pic89e.png" width-OBS="253" height-OBS="170" alt = "the raven"> <ANTIMG src = "images/pic89c.png" width-OBS="93" height-OBS="656" alt = "guardsman"> Sir Edward Lovell, a baronet, Who stood in court and saw her grace Her sweet good sense, her dignity, And the pure beauty of her face, Sighed heavily in his high-born breast As Mrs. Margery was set free, Saying, “I know she is a witch, For, ah, she so bewitches me!” <ANTIMG src = "images/pic89d.png" width-OBS="202" height-OBS="390" alt = "the Baronet"> <ANTIMG src = "images/pic90a.png" width-OBS="390" height-OBS="157" alt = "the Baronet with his dogs watching Margery"> He watched her go her quiet ways, And vowed, whatever might betide, If his best love could win her heart And hand, then she should be his bride.     Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes— Lady Lovell, if she choose! Her the noble lover wooed, Humbly, as a lover should, Eagerly, as lover ought, With entire heart and thought. What her answer, all may guess, For the old church chime that rung Its next wedding anthem sung With a most delighted tongue:   <ANTIMG src = "images/pic91a.png" width-OBS="521" height-OBS="127" alt = "yesterday and today"> “Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Wedding day of Two-Shoes! Barefoot lass but yesterday, Lady Lovell is to-day! Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Lovely Lady Two-Shoes!” Who is this that rides so fast, With plumed hat and cheek of brown, With golden trappings on his horse, Gallant and gay from London town? He hears the bells, he strikes his spurs, The flecks of foam are on his rein, The dust of journey whitens him, He leans to see the bridal train! <ANTIMG src = "images/pic91b.png" width-OBS="247" height-OBS="343" alt = "a rider"> <ANTIMG src = "images/pic91c.png" width-OBS="173" height-OBS="177" alt = "two shoes"> Two-Shoes, Two-Shoes, Lady Goody Two-Shoes! Tom it is, come home once more! Even now he’s at the door, Rich and grand as any king— Come to bless the wedding ring! <ANTIMG src = "images/pic91d.png" width-OBS="345" height-OBS="172" alt = "outside the church"> <div style="break-after:column;"></div>

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