“Sister’s gone a silking.”
“Lenny ain’t dot no sister—not one,” he said.
“Brother’s gone to get a skin
To wrap my Baby-Bunting in—
A pretty little rabbit skin,
To wrap my Baby-Bunting in.”
“No, no, no; Lenny ain’t dot no brudder. Dit do after yabbits,” said Lenny, very drowsily.
He was almost asleep, and the girl continued her chanting: but presently as his eyes were about closing, he suddenly started up:
“Met?”
“What does my pretty want?”