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Ellen
makes her First Appearance in a White Frock, with a Book at her
Feet. This little girl, whom now you see, To mind mamma will not
agree, And though her face is fair and mild, You view a stubborn,
naughty child, Nay, Ellen is so wayward grown, Her book upon the
ground is thrown, And kind mamma, who loves so well, Can neither
make her read or spell: With little sisters she will fight, And
scratch and pinch - nay, sometimes bite, And then doth scream with
noise so great, That people hear her at the gate. Mamma, at last,
quite vexed to find That no advice will Ellen mind, Resolves to
do whate'er she can, And still to try one little plan, Which, if
it fails, she then will send Her far from home without a friend.
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