He’s jes a great, big, awk’ard, hulkin’
Feller,—humped, and sorto’ sulkin’-
Like, and ruther still-appearin’—
Kind-as-ef he wuzn’t keerin’
Whether school helt out er not—
That’s my Henry, to a dot!
Allus kindo’ liked him—whether
Childern, er growed-up together!
Fifteen year’ ago and better,
’Fore he ever knowed a letter,