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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390978" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sister's cake</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I'd not complain of Sister Jane, for she was good and kind,<br>Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;<br>Nay, I'll admit it were most fit that, worn by social cares,<br>She'd crave a change from parlor life to that below the stairs,<br>And that, eschewing needlework and music, she should take<br>Herself to the substantial art of manufacturing cake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">At breakfast, then, it would befall that Sister Jane would say:<br>&quot;Mother, if you have got the things, I'll make some cake to-day!&quot;<br>Poor mother'd cast a timid glance at father, like as not--<br>For father hinted sister's cooking cost a frightful lot--<br>But neither she nor he presumed to signify dissent,<br>Accepting it for gospel truth that what she wanted went!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No matter what the rest of 'em might chance to have in hand,<br>The whole machinery of the house came to a sudden stand;<br>The pots were hustled off the stove, the fire built up anew,<br>With every damper set just so to heat the oven through;<br>The kitchen-table was relieved of everything, to make<br>That ample space which Jane required when she compounded cake.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And, oh! the bustling here and there, the flying to and fro;<br>The click of forks that whipped the eggs to lather white as snow--<br>And what a wealth of sugar melted swiftly out of sight--<br>And butter? Mother said such waste would ruin father, quite!<br>But Sister Jane preserved a mien no pleading could confound<br>As she utilized the raisins and the citron by the pound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Oh, hours of chaos, tumult, heat, vexatious din, and whirl!<br>Of deep humiliation for the sullen hired-girl;<br>Of grief for mother, hating to see things wasted so,<br>And of fortune for that little boy who pined to taste that dough!<br>It looked so sweet and yellow--sure, to taste it were no sin--<br>But, oh! how sister scolded if he stuck his finger in!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The chances were as ten to one, before the job was through,<br>That sister'd think of something else she'd great deal rather do!<br>So, then, she'd softly steal away, as Arabs in the night,<br>Leaving the girl and ma to finish up as best they might;<br>These tactics (artful Sister Jane) enabled her to take<br>Or shift the credit or the blame of that too-treacherous cake!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And yet, unhappy is the man who has no Sister Jane--<br>For he who has no sister seems to me to live in vain.<br>I never had a sister--may be that is why today<br>I'm wizened and dyspeptic, instead of blithe and gay;<br>A boy who's only forty should be full of romp and mirth,<br>But I (because I'm sisterless) am the oldest man on earth!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Had I a little sister--oh, how happy I should be!<br>I'd never let her cast her eyes on any chap but me;<br>I'd love her and I'd cherish her for better and for worse--<br>I'd buy her gowns and bonnets, and sing her praise in verse;<br>And--yes, what's more and vastly more--I tell you what I'd do:<br>I'd let her make her wondrous cake, and I would eat it, too!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have a high opinion of the sisters, as you see--<br>Another fellow's sister is so very dear to me!<br>I love to work anear her when she's making over frocks,<br>When she patches little trousers or darns prosaic socks;<br>But I draw the line at one thing--yes, I don my hat and take<br>A three hours' walk when she is moved to try her hand at cake!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q>
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Combining with rare comeliness distinctive gifts of mind;
Nay, I'll admit it were most fit that, worn by social cares,
She'd crave a change from parlor life to that below the stairs,
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