| [!--IMG--] Like Trip, an' whimpers, it's a sign He'll ketch eight rabbits—mayby nine— Afore his fleas'll wake him—nen He'll bite hisse'f to sleep again |
| An try to dream he's go' ketch ten." An' when Ma's gone again back in The kitchen, Uncle scratch his chin An' say, "When Santy Claus an' Pa An' me wuz little boys—an' Ma, When she's 'bout big as Etty there;— W'y,—'When we're growed—no matter where,' Santy he cross' his heart an' say,— 'I'll come to see you, all, some day When you' got childerns—all but me An' pore old Sid!'" Nen Uncle he Ist kindo' shade his eyes an' pour' |
