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Gladys Mehitable Arabelle Jane Could never be taught to sew! A table they gave her, exact to her size, With drawers and with fittings a princess might prize. Such needles she owned in a glittering line; Such thread and such silk, both the coarse and the fine; The daintiest scissors that ever were seen, A wee golden thimble, a gem for a queen; But, spite of these charming and housewifely things And a pink brocade work-bag with blue satin strings, She could not be made to sew!