“Uncle, did you accept it?”
“Yes.”
“Such a funny uncle!”
“Why not?”
“You have spoiled all your nobility for only one dollar.”
I upturned my face, afterward, appealing in gleeful tone:
“O Uncle, you ought to give me half of it. Fifty cents! I carried the bench, you know.”
15th—I arose at the first whistling of a meadow-lark.
Hearken to its hailing morning voice!
O simple bird!