I changed the subjec’, said how cold it was,

An’ stomped aroun,’ an’ ’lowed I’d go ter bed.

I said “good-night” an’ got ha’f way up stairs,

When Bill he give a little cough behind

An’ blowed ’is nose, ’n’ ’is words was drowndy like:

I’d see ’t he went.” An’ then a gust o’ wind

Put out my light, ’n’ I thought how lucky ’twas,

Altho’ I never would ’a’ looked at Bill

When he was that ’a’ way.

XVIII
Treed