 | Jeffrey Wainwright - Literary Criticism - 2004 - 248 pages
...At the end, for instance, the adult's exasperation and the child's insistence cut across each other: 'How many are you, then,' said I, 'If they two are in heaven?' Quick was the little Maid's reply, 'O Master! we are seven.' 'But they are dead; those two are dead!... | |
 | William Roetzheim - Poetry - 2006 - 760 pages
...her pain; and then she went away. So in the church-yard she was laid; and, when the grass was dry, together round her grave we played, my brother John...forced to go, and he lies by her side." "How many areyou, then," said I, "if they two are in heaven?" Quick was the little Maid's reply, "O Master, we... | |
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And when the ground was white with snow, And I could run and slide, My brother John was forced to go, And he lies by her side." " How many are you, then," said I, " If they two are in heaven ?" Quick was the little Maid's reply, 
