. Poems of life in the country. The Winter Day. In Connecticut POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE POPPING THE QUESTION Miss Sallie sat by the window, Waiting for Jimmie to come,Daintily clad in her Sundays, Chewing her spearmint gum,Thinking and thinking and hoping, Hoping tonight he would pop,For Jim had a bad hesitation, When started, twas that made him stop. Mother was near in the kitchen, Daddy reading by dim candle light,Moonlight outside was bewitching, Now surely hed pop it Jimmie appeared in the gateway. Quick Sallie met him at the door,Nice evening, he said with a stutter. Then
. Poems of life in the country. The Winter Day. In Connecticut POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE POPPING THE QUESTION Miss Sallie sat by the window, Waiting for Jimmie to come,Daintily clad in her Sundays, Chewing her spearmint gum,Thinking and thinking and hoping, Hoping tonight he would pop,For Jim had a bad hesitation, When started, twas that made him stop. Mother was near in the kitchen, Daddy reading by dim candle light,Moonlight outside was bewitching, Now surely hed pop it Jimmie appeared in the gateway. Quick Sallie met him at the door,Nice evening, he said with a stutter. Then stopped for he couldnt say more. In the parlor they sat on the sofa,But Jimmie in silence remained, Ill pop it myself, thought Miss Sallie,And then there will be something gained. So laying her head on his shoulder,She gave him a gentle caress,Will you marry me, Jimmie, she uttered. And Jimmie quite faintly said Yes. 86. POEMS FROM LIFES EXPERIENCE THE SCHOOL EXHIBITION The skool exhibition, why ant you a-goin*?They say that our skolars will make a big showin;The hull skool cummitty will be there ter-night,And the children will bring lots of candles to light. Down in the Smith Valley they had one last night,And them as has seen, sed twant much of a sight;And in the Jones deestrick they didnt do well,But well show em how, make em think for a snell. Jims a-practicin now, every evening this up in the atick, you kin hear his boots squeak;Hes goin ter speak of an Injun so braveThat hed swim till he drowned, fore hed be a darnslave. You know, our Salomiell stand up and recite,Shell look terribul nice, goin ter dress all in Stebbins, hes borrowed a yaller box sleigh,Throwd out all ther seats, put in sum bog hay. An reckins hell carry ez manys a usin two bosses, got one from his , hell do the drivin and Jed pack em sure ter git there fore the show will begin. Dont
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