Listen, Billy, while I tell you
All about my 'fickle part';
When I'm done you may know better
How God made a woman's heart.


41

"While you're resting, I'll get supper,
Though there ain't much here to eat,
'Cepting bran, to make some muffins,
And a little rabbit meat.
Wish I had that pinch of coffee
I saved up for--oh, so long,
Till one day I went and used it,
Though I somehow felt 'twas wrong;
For I kind o' thought that sometime
Some one might be coming here
Worn out with a long, long journey,
And would crave that kind o' cheer.
Now, then, Billy, draw your stool up;
What we've got is scant and plain--
I ain't hungry--honest--Billy,
While you eat--why--I'll 'explain.'"




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