cut near horn or hoof;
But I thank Thee, Lord, that I’ve earnt my
way and I hain’t got ‘on the town,’
And when I die I know that I shall sartin wear
a crown.”
Whenever he mumbled his simple prayer in
the kitchen by his chair,
Aunt Rich would rattle the supper pans and
sniff with a scornful air.
She’d never “professed,” as the saying is, she