"Good morning, Dolly," old Grace said,
"I wonder'd wo't could be."
Surprised shoo stud, her hands both up,
"What mun I live to see!"
"Is tat thy choice," old Rubin said,—
"Tha beots old Judy Gazer,
Shoo'd fifty gaons, but nooan like that,—
I'gy it is a blazer!"
Gay Dolly laugh'd, old Rubin said—
"Come in and sit te daon;"