Guess the prospect sort o’ scared him; so, that
ev’nin’ after tea,
—After he had smoked a pipeful—pretty sol-
emn, then says he,
“Reckin, son, ye’ve noticed lately that your
dad is gittin’ old,
An’ your marm is nigh as feeble;—much as
ever she can scold!”
Uncle Tascus said so grinnin’; for the folks
around here know