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Wite where the cellar door wuz shut The table wuz; an' I Let aunty set by me an' cut My wittles up an' pie. Tuz awful funny! I could see The red heads in the churry tree; An' bee-hives, where you got to be So keerful going by; An' comp'ny there an' all! An' we <i>We et out on the porch!</i> An' a old red head flew Purt' nigh wite over my high chair, <i>When we et out on the porch!</i>
One time when we's at aunty's house 'Way in the country where They's ist but woods and pigs and cows, An' all's outdoors and air! An orchurd swing; an' churry trees, An' <i>churries</i> in 'em! Yes, an' these Here red-head birds steal all they please An' tech 'em if you dare! W'y wunst, one time when we wuz there, <i>We et out on the porch!</i>
The little gray moths of women crept closer, some of them fluttered into the Wheezy's room. The twilight grew deeper and deeper, and on the edge of the Wheezy's bed sat little Miss By-the-day and whistled the songs that Marthy used to sing. "Churry Ripe Churry Ripe " and "Ever of thee I am fondly dreaming " She whistled until some one came down the corridor to light the lights.
or warbled heavily "Churry Ripe, Churry Ripe, Who'll buy my churries " or wailed "Where have you been, Billy Boy, Billy Boy? Where have you been, charming Billy?" It almost made up for not being allowed to go out of the garden. If Felice only could have been allowed to go around into the Tradespersons' Street just once! I wish she could have gone just once!
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