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What makes you come here fer, Mister, So much to our house?—Say? Come to see our big sister!— An' Charley he says 'at you kissed her An' he ketched you, th'uther day!— Didn' you, Charley?—But we p'omised Belle An' crossed our heart to never to tell— 'Cause she gived us some o' them-er Chawk'lut-drops 'at you bringed to her! Charley he's my little b'uther— An' we has a-mostest fun, Don't we, Charley?—Our Muther, Whenever we whips one anuther, Tries to whip us— an' we run— Don't we, Charley?—An' nen, bime-by, Nen she gives us cake—an' pie— Don't she, Charley?—when we come in An' pomise never to do it ag'in! He's named Charley—I'm Willie — An' I'm got the purtiest name! But Uncle Bob he calls me "Billy"— Don't he, Charley?—'N' our filly We named "Billy," the same Ist like me! An' our Ma said 'At "Bob puts foolishnuss into our head!"— Didn' she, Charley?—An' she don't know Much about boys— 'Cause Bob said so! Baby's a funniest feller! Nain't no hair on his head— Is they, Charley?—It's meller Wite up there! An' ef Belle er Us ask wuz we that way, Ma said— "Yes; an' yer Pa's head wuz soft as that, An' it's that way yet!"—An' Pa grabs his hat An' says, "Yes, childern, she's right about Pa— 'Cause that's the reason he married yer Ma!" An' our Ma says 'at "Belle couldn' Ketch nothin' at all but ist 'bows!' " — An' Pa says 'at "you're soft as puddun!"— An' Uncle Bob says "you're a good-un— 'Cause he can tell by yer nose!"— Didn' he, Charley?—An' when Belle'll play In the poller on th' pianer, some day, Bob makes up funny songs about you, Till she gits mad—like he wants her to! Our sister Fanny she's 'leven Years old! 'At's mucher 'an I— Ain't it, Charley? . . . I'm seven!— But our sister Fanny's in Heaven! Nere's where you go ef you die!— Don't you, Charley?—Nen you has wings— Ist like Fanny!— an' purtiest things!— Don't you, Charley?—An' nen you can fly— Ist fly—an' ever' thing! . . . Wisht I'd die! |