whispered Poppy , feeling very important at having such a bustle made on her account . Nelly sniffed , but said nothing ; Cy , however , spoke up briskly : `` He says you might have lockjaw . '' `` Is that bad ? '' asked Poppy gravely . `` Oh , ai n't it , though ! Your mouth shuts up , and you ca n't open it ; and you have fits and die . '' `` Always ? '' said Poppy , looking scared , and feeling of her mouth . '' ` Most always , I guess . That 's why your ma cried , and Nelly keeps kissin ' you . '' Cy felt sorry , but rather enjoyed the excitement , and was sure , that , if any one ever could escape dying , it would be Poppy , for she always `` came alive '' again after her worst mishaps . She looked very solemn for a few minutes , and kept opening and shutting her mouth to see if it was n't stiff . Presently she said , in a serious tone and with a pensive air : `` Nelly , I 'll give you my bead-ring : I sha n't want it any more . And Cy may have the little horse : he lost his tail ; but I put on the lamb 's tail , and he is as good as ever . I wish to give away my things ` fore I die ; and , Nelly , wo n't you bring me the scissors ? '' `` What for ? '' said Nelly , sniffing more than ever . `` To cut off my hair for mamma . She 'll want it , and I like to cut things . '' Nelly got the scissors ; and Poppy cut away all she could reach , giving directions about her property while she snipped .
`` I wish papa to have my pictures and my piece of poetry I XXXXX .
Is asked came cut die dying having looked made reach