it, every dime.
And she’s put it out in pictures and in easy
chairs and rugs,
—Got the neighbors all a-sniffin’ ’cause we’re
puttin’ on such lugs.
Got up curtains round the winders, whiter’n
snow and all of lace,
Fixed that parlor till, by gracious, I should never
know the place.
And she says as soon’s it’s settled she shall give