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Prior To Miss Belle's Appearance

    By James Whitcomb Riley



    What makes you come HERE fer, Mister,
        So much to our house? - SAY?
    Come to see our big sister! -
    An' Charley he says 'at you kissed her
        An' he ketched you, th'uther day! -
    Didn' you, Charley? - But we p'omised Belle
    An' crossed our heart to never to tell -
    'Cause SHE gived us some o' them-er
    Chawk'lut-drops 'at you bringed to her!

    Charley he's my little b'uther -
        An' we has a-mostest fun,
    Don't we, Charley? - Our Muther,
    Whenever we whips one anuther,
        Tries to whip US - an' we RUN -
    Don't we, Charley? - An' nen, bime-by,
    Nen she gives us cake - an' pie -
    Don't she, Charley? - when we come in
    An' pomise never to do it ag'in!

    HE'S named Charley. - I'm WILLIE -
        An' I'm got the purtiest name!
    But Uncle Bob HE calls me "Billy" -
    Don't he, Charley? - 'N' our filly
        We named "Billy," the same
    Ist like me!    An' our Ma said
    'At "Bob puts foolishnuss into our head!" -
    Didn' she, Charley? - An' SHE don't know
    Much about BOYS! - 'Cause Bob said so!

    Baby's a funniest feller!
        Nain't no hair on his head -
    IS they, Charley? - It's meller
    Wite up there!    An' ef Belle er
        Us ask wuz WE that way, Ma said, -
    "Yes; an' yer PA'S head wuz soft as that,
    An' it's that way yet!" - An' Pa grabs his hat
    An' says, "Yes, childern, she's right about Pa -
    'Cause that's the reason he married yer Ma!"

    An' our Ma says 'at "Belle couldn'
        Ketch nothin' at all but ist 'BOWS!" -
    An' PA says 'at "you're soft as puddun!" -
    An' UNCLE BOB says "you're a good-un -
        'Cause he can tell by yer nose!"-
    Didn' he, Charley? - An' when Belle'll play
    In the poller on th' pianer, some day,
    Bob makes up funny songs about you,
    Till she gits mad-like he wants her to!

    Our sister FANNY she's 'LEVEN
        Years old!    'At's mucher 'an I -
    Ain't it, Charley? . . .    I'm seven! -
    But our sister Fanny's in HEAVEN!
        Nere's where you go ef you die! -
    Don't you, Charley? - Nen you has WINGS -
    IST LIKE FANNY! - an' PURTIEST THINGS! -
    Don't you, Charley? - An' nen you can FLY -
    Ist fly-an' EVER'thing! . . . I Wisht I'D die!



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