I depend on seeing him , and feel as if the world was not right until this golden little sun rises to shine upon me . He do n't seem to have any one to take care of him , but trots about all day , and takes care of himself . Sometimes he is up in the chambers with the girl , while she makes beds , and he helps ; then he takes a stroll into the parlour , and spins the gay curtain-tassels to his heart 's content ; next , he dives into the kitchen -LRB- I hope he does not tumble downstairs , but I dare say he would n't mind if he did -RRB- , and he gets pushed about by all the busy women , as they ` fly round . ' I rather think it gets too hot for him there about dinner-time ; for he often comes out into the yard for a walk at noon , and seems to find endless wonders and delights in the ash barrel , the water-but , two old flower-pots , and a little grass plat , in which he plants a choice variety of articles , in the firm faith they will come up in full bloom . I hope the big spoon and his own red shoe will sprout and appear before any trouble is made about their mysterious disappearance . At night I see a little shadow bobbing about on the curtain , and watch it , till with a parting glimpse at a sleepy face at the window , my small sun sets , and I leave him to his dreams . The forlorn baby roars all day , and I do n't blame him ; for he is trotted , shaken , spanked , and scolded by a very cross nurse , who treats him like a meal bag . I pity that little neighbour , and do n't believe he will stand it long ; for I see him double up his tiny fists , and spar away at nothing , as if getting ready for a good tussle with the world by and by , if he lives to try it . Then the boys , -- bless their buttons ! -- how amusing they are . One young man , aged about ten , keeps hens ; and the trials of that boy are really pathetic . The biddies get out every day or two , and fly away all over the neighbourhood , like feathers when you shake a pillow . They cackle and crow , and get up on sheds and fences , and trot down the streets , all at once , and that poor fellow spins round after them like a distracted top . One by one he gets them and comes lugging them back , upside down , in the most undignified attitude , and shuts them up , and hammers away , and thinks they are all safe , and sits down to rest , when a triumphant crow from some neighbouring shed tells him that that rascally black rooster is out again for another promenade . I 'm not blood-thirsty ; but I really do long for Thanksgiving that my neighbour Henry may find rest for the sole of his foot ; for , not till his poultry are safely eaten will he ever know where they are . Another boy has a circus about once a week , and tries to break his neck jumping through hoops , hanging to a rope by his heels , turning somersaults in the air , and frightening his mother out of her wits by his pranks . I suspect that he has been to see Leotard , and I admire his energy , for he is never discouraged ; and , after tumbling flat , half-a-dozen times , he merely rubs his elbows and knees , and then up and takes another . There is a good , domestic boy , who brushes and curls his three little sisters ' hair every morning , and must do it very gently , for they seem to like it ; and I often see them watch at the back gate for him , and clap their hands , and run to meet him , sure of being welcomed as little sisters like to be met by the big brothers whom they love . I respect that virtuous boy . The naughty boy is very funny ; and the running fight he keeps up with the cross cook is as good as a farce .
He is a torment , but I think she could tame him , if she took the XXXXX way .
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