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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416562" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>At Noey's House</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Noey's house--when they arrived with him--<br>How snug seemed everything, and neat and trim:<br>The little picket-fence, and little gate--<br>It's little pulley, and its little weight,--<br>All glib as clock-work, as it clicked behind<br>Them, on the little red brick pathway, lined<br>With little paint-keg-vases and teapots<br>Of wee moss-blossoms and forgetmenots:<br>And in the windows, either side the door,<br>Were ranged as many little boxes more<br>Of like old-fashioned larkspurs, pinks and moss<br>And fern and phlox; while up and down across<br>Them rioted the morning-glory-vines<br>On taut-set cotton-strings, whose snowy lines<br>Whipt in and out and under the bright green<br>Like basting-threads; and, here and there between,<br>A showy, shiny hollyhock would flare<br>Its pink among the white and purple there.--<br>And still behind the vines, the children saw<br>A strange, bleached, wistful face that seemed to draw<br>A vague, indefinite sympathy. A face<br>It was of some newcomer to the place.--<br>In explanation, Noey, briefly, said<br>That it was 'Jason,' as he turned and led<br>The little fellows 'round the house to show<br>Them his menagerie of pets. And so<br>For quite a time the face of the strange guest<br>Was partially forgotten, as they pressed<br>About the squirrel-cage and rousted both<br>The lazy inmates out, though wholly loath<br>To whirl the wheel for them.--And then with awe<br>They walked 'round Noey's big pet owl, and saw<br>Him film his great, clear, liquid eyes and stare<br>And turn and turn and turn his head 'round there<br>The same way they kept circling--as though he<br>Could turn it one way thus eternally.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Behind the kitchen, then, with special pride<br>Noey stirred up a terrapin inside<br>The rain-barrel where he lived, with three or four<br>Little mud-turtles of a size not more<br>In neat circumference than the tiny toy<br>Dumb-watches worn by every little boy.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then, back of the old shop, beneath the tree<br>Of 'rusty-coats,' as Noey called them, he<br>Next took the boys, to show his favorite new<br>Pet 'coon--pulled rather coyly into view<br>Up through a square hole in the bottom of<br>An old inverted tub he bent above,<br>Yanking a little chain, with 'Hey! you, sir!<br>Here's _comp'ny_ come to see you, Bolivur!'<br>Explanatory, he went on to say,<br>'I named him '_Bolivur_' jes thisaway,--<br>He looks so _round_ and _ovalish_ and _fat_,<br>'Peared like no other name 'ud fit but that.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Here Noey's father called and sent him on<br>Some errand. 'Wait,' he said--'I won't be gone<br>A half a' hour.--Take Bud, and go on in<br>Where Jason is, tel I git back agin.'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whoever _Jason_ was, they found him there<br>Still at the front-room window.--By his chair<br>Leaned a new pair of crutches; and from one<br>Knee down, a leg was bandaged.--'Jason done<br>That-air with one o' these-'ere tools _we_ call<br>A '_shin-hoe_'--but a _foot-adz_ mostly all<br>_Hardware_-store-keepers calls 'em.'--(_Noey_ made<br>This explanation later.)</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Jason paid<br>But little notice to the boys as they<br>Came in the room:--An idle volume lay<br>Upon his lap--the only book in sight--<br>And Johnty read the title,--'Light, More Light,<br>There's Danger in the Dark,'--though _first_ and best--<br>In fact, the _whole_ of Jason's interest<br>Seemed centered on a little _dog_--one pet<br>Of Noey's all uncelebrated yet--<br>Though _Jason_, certainly, avowed his worth,<br>And niched him over all the pets on earth--<br>As the observant Johnty would relate<br>The _Jason_-episode, and imitate<br>The all-enthusiastic speech and air<br>Of Noey's kinsman and his tribute there:--</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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How snug seemed everything, and neat and trim:
The little picket-fence, and little gate--
It's little pulley, and its little weight,--
All glib as clock-work, as it clicked behind
Them, on the little r..."></div>
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