i have braked The lamP . The oyl maks A bad smel . i tHink i wil Bee sik iF i stay HeRe anny More . i LoVe yoU -- your Trying To Bee GooD popy . '' When she had finished , she lowered her note by a string , and bobbed it up and down before the parlor window till Nelly saw and took it in . Every one laughed over it ; for , besides the bad spelling and the funny periods , it was covered with oil-spots , blots , and tear marks ; for Poppy got tender-hearted toward the end , and cried a few very repentant tears when she said , `` I love you ; your trying-to-be-good Poppy . '' Mamma went up at once , and ordered no further punishment , but a thorough scrubbing ; which Poppy underwent very meekly , though Betsey put soap in her eyes , pulled her hair , and scolded all the time . They were not allowed any jelly for a long while ; and Cy teased Poppy about her hair-oil till the joke was quite worn out , and even cross Burney was satisfied with the atonement . When Poppy was eight , she got so very wild that no one could manage her but mamma , and she was ill ; so Poppy was sent away to grandpa 's for a visit . Now , grandpa was a very stately old gentleman , and every one treated him with great respect ; but Poppy was n't at all afraid , and asked all manner of impolite questions . `` Grandpa , why do n't you have any hair on the top of your head ? '' -- `` O grandpa ! you do snore so loud when you take naps ! '' -- `` What makes you turn out your feet so , when you walk ? '' and such things . If grandpa had n't been the best-natured old gentleman in the world , he would n't have liked this : but he only laughed at Poppy , especially when she spoke of his legs ; for he was rather proud of them , and always wore long black silk stockings , and told every one that the legs were so handsome an artist put them in a picture of General Washington ; which was quite true , as any one may see when they look at the famous picture in Boston . Well , Poppy behaved herself respectably for a day or two ; but the house was rather dull , she missed Nelly , wanted to run in the street , and longed to see mamma . She amused herself as well as she could with picture-books , patchwork , and the old cat ; but , not being a quiet , proper , little Rosamond sort of a child , she got tired of hemming neat pocket-handkerchiefs , and putting her needle carefully away when she had done . She wanted to romp and shout , and slide down the banisters , and riot about ; so , when she could n't be quiet another minute , she went up into a great empty room at the top of the house , and cut up all sorts of capers . Her great delight was to lean out of the window as far as she could , and look at the people in the street , with her head upside down .
It was very dangerous , for a fall would have killed her ; but the danger was the fun , and XXXXX hung out till her hands touched the ledge below , and her face was as red as any real poppy 's .
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