[THE KEY TO THOMAS' HEART.]
Ride with me, Uncle Nathan? * *
I don't care an' I do.
My poor old heart's in a hurry; I'm anxious to get through.
My soul outwalks my body; my legs are far from strong;
An' it's mighty kind o' you, doctor, to help the old man along.
I'm some'at full o' hustle; there's business to be done.