For she felt sartin-sure he 'd come, She heered a foot, an' knowed it tu, All ways to once her feelins flew He kin' o' l'itered on the mat, An' yit she gin her cheer a jerk "You want to see my Pa, I s'pose?" "Wal... no... I come dasignin' "To see my Ma? She's sprinklin' clo'es Agin to-morrer's i’nin'.” To say why gals acts so or so, Or don't, 'ould be presumin'; Mebby to mean yes an' say no He stood a spell on one foot fust, Says he, "I'd better call agin"; When Ma bimeby upon 'em slips, For she was jes' the quiet kind Like streams that keep a summer mind Snowhid in Jenooary. The blood clost roun' her heart felt glued Too tight for all expressin', Tell mother see how metters stood, Then her red come back like the tide WHAT MR. ROBINSON THINKS. UVENER B. is a sensible man; He stays to his home an' looks arter He draws his furrer ez straight ez he can, Robinson he Sez he wunt vote fer Guvener B. My! aint it terrible? Wut shall we du? We can't never choose him o' course, thet's flat; Guess we shall hev to come round, (don't you ?) An' go in fer thunder an' guns, an' all that; |