Justice

Michael, come in! Stop crying at the door. Come in and see the evil you have done. Here is your sister's doll with one leg gone, Naked and helpless on the playroom floor.

"Poor child ! poor child ! now he can never stand. With one leg less he could not even sit!" She mourned, but first, with swift avenging hand, She smote, and I am proud of her for it.

Michael, my sympathies are all for you. Your cherub mouth, your miserable eyes. Your grey-blue smock tear-spattered and your cries Shatter my heart, but "what am I to do"?

He was her baby and the fear of bears Lay heavy on him so he could not sleep But in the crook of her dear arm, she swears. So, Michael, she was right and you must weep.