<h2 style="page-break-before: avoid;"><SPAN name="THE_BROWNIES_IN_THE_STUDIO" id="THE_BROWNIES_IN_THE_STUDIO"></SPAN>THE BROWNIES IN THE STUDIO.</h2>
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<div class="i7">T<span class="smcapa">HE</span> Brownies once approached in glee</div>
<div class="i7">A slumbering city by the sea.</div>
<div class="i7">"In yonder town," the leader cried,</div>
<div class="i7">"I hear the artist does reside</div>
<div class="i7">Who pictures out, with patient hand,</div>
<div class="i7">The doings of the Brownie band."</div>
<div class="i7">"I'd freely give," another said,</div>
<div class="i7">"The cap that now protects my head,</div>
<div class="i7">To find the room, where, day by day,</div>
<div class="i7">He shows us at our work or play."</div>
<div class="i7">A third replied: "Your cap retain</div>
<div class="i7">To shield your poll from snow or rain.</div>
<div class="i7">His studio is farther down,</div>
<div class="i7">Within a corner-building brown.</div>
<div class="i7">So follow me a mile or more</div>
<div class="i7">And soon we'll reach the office door."</div>
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<div class="i7">Then through the park, around the square,</div>
<div class="i7">And down the broadest thoroughfare,</div>
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<div class="i7">The anxious Brownies quickly passed,</div>
<div class="i7">And reached the building huge at last.</div>
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<div class="i7">They paused awhile to view the sight,</div>
<div class="i7">To speak about its age and height,</div>
<div class="i7">And read the signs, so long and wide,</div>
<div class="i7">That met the gaze on every side.</div>
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<div class="i7">But little time was wasted there,</div>
<div class="i7">For soon their feet had found the stair.</div>
<div class="i7">And next the room, where oft are told</div>
<div class="i7">Their funny actions, free and bold,</div>
<div class="i7">Was honored by a friendly call</div>
<div class="i7">From all the Brownies, great and small.</div>
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<div class="i7">Then what a gallery they found,</div>
<div class="i7">As here and there they moved around—</div>
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<div class="i7">For now they gaze upon a scene</div>
<div class="i7">That showed them sporting on the green;</div>
<div class="i7">Then, hastening o'er the fields with speed</div>
<div class="i7">To help some farmer in his need.</div>
<div class="i7">Said one, "Upon this desk, no doubt,</div>
<div class="i7">Where now we cluster round about,</div>
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<div class="i7">Our doings have been plainly told</div>
<div class="i0">From month to month, through heat and cold.</div>
<div class="i0">And there's the ink, I apprehend,</div>
<div class="i0">On which our very lives depend.</div>
<div class="i0">Be careful, moving to and fro,</div>
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<div class="i0">Lest we upset it as we go.</div>
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<div class="i5">For who can tell what tales untold</div>
<div class="i5">That darksome liquid may unfold!"</div>
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<div class="i5">A telephone gave great delight</div>
<div class="i5">To those who tried it half the night,</div>
<div class="i8">Some asking after fresh supplies;</div>
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<div class="i8">Or if their stocks were on the rise;</div>
<div class="i8">What ship was safe; what bank was firm;</div>
<div class="i8">Or who desired a second term.</div>
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<div class="i8">Thus messages ran to and fro</div>
<div class="i8">With "Who are you?" "Hallo!" "Hallo!"</div>
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<div class="i8">And all the repetitions known</div>
<div class="i8">To those who use the telephone.</div>
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<div class="i8">"Oh, here's the pen, as I opine,"</div>
<div class="i8">Said one, "that's written every line;</div>
<div class="i8">Indebted to this pen are we</div>
<div class="i8">For all our fame and history."</div>
<div class="i8">"See here," another said, "I've found</div>
<div class="i8">The pointed pencil, long and round,</div>
<div class="i8">That pictures all our looks so wise,</div>
<div class="i9">Our smiles so broad and staring eyes;</div>
<div class="i9">'Tis well it draws us all aright,</div>
<div class="i9">Or we might bear it off to-night.</div>
<div class="i9">But glad are we to have our name</div>
<div class="i9">In every region known to fame,</div>
<div class="i9">To know that children lisp our praise,</div>
<div class="i9">And on our faces love to gaze."</div>
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<div class="i9">Old pistols that brave service knew</div>
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<div class="i9">At Bunker Hill, were brought to view</div>
<div class="i9">In mimic duels on the floor,</div>
<div class="i9">And snapped at paces three or four;</div>
<div class="i9">While from the foils the Brownies plied,</div>
<div class="i9">The sparks in showers scattered wide,</div>
<div class="i9">As thrust and parry, cut and guard,</div>
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<div class="i9">In swift succession followed hard.</div>
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<div class="i13">The British and Mongolian slash</div>
<div class="i13">Were tried in turn with brilliant dash,</div>
<div class="i13">Till foils, and skill, and temper too,</div>
<div class="i13">Were amply tested through and through.</div>
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<div class="i13">They found old shields that bore the dint</div>
<div class="i13">Of spears and arrow-heads of flint,</div>
<div class="i13">And held them up in proper pose;</div>
<div class="i13">Then rained upon them Spartan blows.</div>
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<div class="i9">Lay figures, draped in ancient styles,</div>
<div class="i9">From some drew graceful bows and smiles,</div>
<div class="i9">Until the laugh of comrades nigh</div>
<div class="i9">Led them to look with sharper eye.</div>
<div class="i9">A portrait now they criticize,</div>
<div class="i9">Which every one could recognize:</div>
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<div class="i10">The features, garments, and the style,</div>
<div class="i10">Soon brought to every face a smile.</div>
<div class="i10">Some tried a hand at painting there,</div>
<div class="i10">And showed their skill was something rare;</div>
<div class="i10">While others talked and rummaged through</div>
<div class="i10">The desk to find the stories new,</div>
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<div class="i10">That told about some late affair,</div>
<div class="i10">Of which the world was not aware.</div>
<div class="i10">But pleasure seemed to have the power</div>
<div class="i10">To hasten every passing hour,</div>
<div class="i10">And bring too soon the morning chime,</div>
<div class="i10">However well they note the time.</div>
<div class="i10">Now, from a chapel's brazen bell,</div>
<div class="i10">The startling hint of morning fell,</div>
<div class="i10">And Brownies realized the need</div>
<div class="i10">Of leaving for their haunts with speed.</div>
<div class="i10">So down the staircase to the street</div>
<div class="i10">They made their way with nimble feet,</div>
<div class="i10">And ere the sun could show his face,</div>
<div class="i10">The band had reached a hiding-place.</div>
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