I kep about two dozen o’ them I knew, to have some fun when I got well. I shut the drawer so Sue wouldn’t notice they was took. I felt as if I could not bare to go back to that nasty room, I was so tired of it, an’ I thought I’d pass my time a playing I was a young lady. I found a lot o’ little curls in the buro, wich I stuck on all around my forehead with a bottle of mewsiledge, and then I seen some red stuff on a sawcer, wich I rubbed onto my cheaks. When I was all fixed up I slid down the bannisters plump against Miss Watson, wot was sayin’ good-bye to my sisters. Such a hollerin’ as they made!
“Have you ever been photographed, Uncle?”
“Yes, Tommy.”
“What for?”
PORTRAIT OF A DISTINGUISHED PHOTOGRAPHER,
Who has just succeeded in focussing a view to his complete satisfaction.
Miss Watson she turned me to the light, an’ sez she, as sweet as pie:
“Where did you get them pretty red cheeks, Geordie?”
Susan she made a sign, but I didn’t know it.