"It's ME," he says--"your fool-boy John, come back to
shake your hand;
Set down with you, and talk with you, and make you un-
derstand
How dearer yit than all the world is this old home that
we
Will spend Thanksgivin' in fer life--jest Mother, you
and me!"

Nobody on the old farm here but Mother, me and John,
Except, of course, the extry he'p when harvest-time
comes on;
And then, I want to say to you, we NEED sich he'p about,
As you'd admit, ef you could see the way the crops turn
out!





A CANARY AT THE FARM


Folks has be'n to town, and Sahry
Fetched 'er home a pet canary,--
And of all the blame', contrary,
Aggervatin' things alive!
I love music--that's I love it
When it's free--and plenty of it;--
But I kindo' git above it,