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I’m sure I look demure enough, as I go ’round the city, / And do my best to hide the fact that I am young and pretty, / And I, therefore, cannot see, when I go out to preach, / Why men must say to me that I’m a perfect peach; […]

Morning might never come 'round these parts / Sun never gonna come up

The cottonwood leaves were dropping yellow, just as they be now, for it were fall, and some things in nature are about the same one year as another; but the country has changed so much, that when I get to thinking of them days, and look ’round and see the valley a-settled up and the wire fences a-winding across the hills, I get mighty lonesome, and likely enough wish I’d wake up on my old blankets and find it a dream, and see once more the buffalo a-feeding on the hillside, and the beaver a-working at their dams.

“Oh, papa!” cried Patty, in dismay, “you said I could keep house for you; and Aunt Alice has taught me lots about it; and she’ll teach me lots more; and you know I can make good pumpkin pies; and, of course, I can dust and fly ’round; and that’s about all there is to housekeeping, anyway.”

“That Makes the World Go ’Round”

“What are you doing that for?” “Why, little girl, I’m advertising ice cream.” “That’s not the way to do it—just walking ’round and ’round.”