seem'd to forsake me,
"There! it's a wretched chance, my dear—you
leave me, or you take me."
Well, Sister Annie look'd at me, her inmost
heart revealing
(Women are very weak, you see, inferior, full of
feeling),
Then, thro' her tears outshining bright, "I'll
never never leave you!
"O Abe," she said, "my love, my light, why