“I don’t read nothin’.”
“Well, listen to this:
“‘I come from haunts of coot and hern,
I make a sudden sally
And sparkle out among the fern
To bicker down a valley!’”
“Sally is a girl’s name,” said Abe, whose brows had grown wrinkled from concentrated attention.
“I don’t think you quite got the idea of those lines,” said Clarence suavely. “But just listen to this:
“‘I chatter, chatter as I flow
To join the brimming river;