. My odd little folk : rhymes and verses about them : with some others . his. VII. What ? says Teddy. This aint all mine !An you oughter have seed his black eyes shine;An I feels so good at I gives him a shove,Fur I knows just what hes a-thinkin of—Its of his mother, whos purty old,An that sister of hisn the doctors toldIf she only could go fur a good long spellOut in the country she might git well—An everyone laughs cause he stares so hard,While the little girls pa takes out a cardThat says where Teddys to call next day,An they goes in a hack of their own away,While some one tells Teddy to sc
. My odd little folk : rhymes and verses about them : with some others . his. VII. What ? says Teddy. This aint all mine !An you oughter have seed his black eyes shine;An I feels so good at I gives him a shove,Fur I knows just what hes a-thinkin of—Its of his mother, whos purty old,An that sister of hisn the doctors toldIf she only could go fur a good long spellOut in the country she might git well—An everyone laughs cause he stares so hard,While the little girls pa takes out a cardThat says where Teddys to call next day,An they goes in a hack of their own away,While some one tells Teddy to scoot home quick,An change his cloes so he wont git sick. 132 TEDDY Thats about all,—cept Teddy ORourkeHas got a chance, an1 has gone to workIn the little girls pas big dry-goods store,An he aint a-shinin em up no more ;An now hes a-goin to free-school nights,An hes learnin so at he reads an writes,AYhile I tells him to keep on peggin away,An hell be a. big duck hisself some day. -An me ? Oh, Teddy 11 look out fur me-Teddy ORourkes my chum, you see !. IN THE OLD DAYS. I i. N the old days, so long ago, When on the waxen floor you met,And, to a measure grave and slow, You danced with her the minuet;When flutes and viols wove a rhyme That brought rare flushes to each brow,And made wee buckled shoes keep time, Ah, love was much the same as now!So, grandsire, I can understand, When, to your pleadings soft and low,She put in yours her little hand, How glad your heart you neer should part,In the old days, so long ago! II. In the old days, so long ago, Sweet, tender eyes, with love ashine,(133) 34 IN THE OLD DAYS. Looked up in yours, come weal or woe, While in them there was trust divine ;Till, as along lifes road you passed, Cheeks whitened, heads began to bow,And faltering grew your steps at last— Ah, love was much the same as now!So, grandsire, I can undersold, When came to you the hot tears flow,With that one clasp of her dear hand, How sad your heart that you m
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