A Child-World by James Whitcomb Riley
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page 41 of 123 (33%)
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"THAT LITTLE DOG" "That little dog 'ud scratch at that door And go on a-whinin' two hours before He'd ever let up! _There!_--Jane: Let him in.-- (Hah, there, you little rat!) Look at him grin! Come down off o' that!-- W'y, look at him! (_Drat You! you-rascal-you!_)--bring me that hat! Look _out!_--He'll snap _you!_--_He_ wouldn't let _You_ take it away from him, now you kin bet! That little rascal's jist natchurly mean.-- I tell you, I _never_ (_Git out!! _) never seen A _spunkier_ little rip! (_Scratch to git in_, And _now_ yer a-scratchin' to git _out_ agin! Jane: Let him out!) Now, watch him from here Out through the winder!--You notice one ear Kindo' _in_ side-_out_, like he holds it?--Well, _He's_ got a _tick_ in it--_I_ kin tell! Yes, and he's cunnin'-- Jist watch him a-runnin', _Sidelin'_--see!--like he ain't '_plum'd true_' And legs don't 'track' as they'd ort to do:-- Plowin' his nose through the weeds--I jing! Ain't he jist cuter'n anything! "W'y, that little dog's got _grown_-people's sense!-- See how he gits out under the fence?-- |
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