. St. Nicholas [serial]. ver any of us speak of Riley, itis just something good that will be said. And hismother, whatever she may have hoped for whenshe held her baby in her arms, could have hopedfor nothing better than that. As a number of James Whitcomb Rilefs best-knownpoems were originally published in The Centuryand St. Nicholas, a few of these rhymes are herereprinted from the files of the ttvo magazines—to-gether with the ilhistrations j?iade for them at thetime when they first appeared.—editor. MISTER HOP-TOAD {Reprinted from St. Nicholas for November, 1897) HowDY, Mister Hop-Toad ! G
. St. Nicholas [serial]. ver any of us speak of Riley, itis just something good that will be said. And hismother, whatever she may have hoped for whenshe held her baby in her arms, could have hopedfor nothing better than that. As a number of James Whitcomb Rilefs best-knownpoems were originally published in The Centuryand St. Nicholas, a few of these rhymes are herereprinted from the files of the ttvo magazines—to-gether with the ilhistrations j?iade for them at thetime when they first appeared.—editor. MISTER HOP-TOAD {Reprinted from St. Nicholas for November, 1897) HowDY, Mister Hop-Toad ! Glad to see you out!Bin a month o Sundays sence I seen youhereabout. Kind o bin a-layin in, from the frost and snow?Good to see you out agin, its bin so long ago !Plows like slicin cheese, and sod s loppin overeven; Loams like gingerbread, and clodss softer ndeceivin— Mister Hop-Toad, \\on&?,t-\.r\x&—Springtime— dont you love it ?You old rusty rascal you, at the bottom of it! I9i6.] BOOKS AND READING 361. Oil, oil, oh! I grabs up my old hoe;But I sees you,And s I, Ooh-ooh!Howdy, Mister Hop-Toad! How-dee do. 362 BOOKS AND Make yoursef more comfobler—square round at your ease —Dont set saggin slanchwise, with your nose below your that fat old throat o yourn, and lemme see you swaller;Straighten up and hist your head ! Fo!( dont owe a dollar !Haint no morgage on your land —ner no taxes, nuther; You dont haf to work no roads, even ef youdruther. F I was you, and fixed like you, I raillywould nt keer To swap fer life, and hop right in the Presiden-tial cheer! Oil, oh, oh: I hauls back my old hoc;But I sees s I, Ooh-ooh !Howdy, Mister Hop-Toad! Hozv-dec do. Long about next Aprile, hoppin down the you mind I ast you what peared to be thehurry? Wont you mind I hooked my hoe and hauled you back, and smiled ?Wy, bless you ! Mister Hop-Toad, I love you like a child ! Spose I d want to flict you any more n whatyou air? Spose I think you got no
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