steady grade.
Walsir,’bout the last of April, Uncle Peaslee
he had on
Jest the wris’ban’s an’ the collar—all the rest
of it was gone.
Then—with Doctor Pluff advisin’—on a mild
an’ pleasant day,
He took off the collar ‘n wris’ban’s, and he
throwed the things away.
An’ in lesser’n thutty hours he was sudden