An Excuse For Not Returning the Visit of a Friend
Do not be offended because I am slow to go out. You know Me too well for that. On my lap I hold my little girl. At my Knees stands my handsome little son. One has just begun to talk. The other chatters without Stopping. They hang on my clothes And follow my every step. I can't get any farther Than the door. I am afraid I will never make it to your house.