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PRIOR TO MISS BELLE`S APPEARANCE
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! . . . I Wisht I`D die!
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