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She says it’s awful ’scouragin’ to bake an’ fret an’ fuss,

An’ w’en she thinks she’s got ’em in the crock they’re all in us!

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ONCE w’en I’m sick th’ doctor come

An’ ’en I put my tongue ’way out,

An’ he says, “H-m-m! Nurse, get me some

Warm water, please.” An’ in about

A minute, w’y, she did an’ ’en

He put a glass thing into it

An’ ’en he wiped it off again

An’ put it in my mouth a bit.

’En after w’ile he took it out

An’ held it up w’ere he could see,

An’ ’en he says, “H-m-m! ’Ist about

Too high a half of a degree.”

An’ ’en Ma asked him if I’m bad

An’ he says “Nope!” ’ist gruff an’ cross

’An says “W’y you can’t kill a lad,

An’ if you do it ain’t much loss!”

An’ ’en she’s mad an’ he ’ist bust

Out laughin’ an’ he says, “Don’t fret,

He’s goin’ t’ be all right, I trust.

W’y he ain’t even half dead yet.”

An’ ’en he felt my pulse, ’at way,

An’ patted me upon my head

An’ says “There ain’t no school today,

’Cuz one of th’ trustees is dead!”

A MODERN MIRACLE