You ast Jake Dunn;—he's worked it out
in figgers.—He kin show
Stastistics how Doc's airnt about
three fortunes in a row,—
Ever' ten-year' hand-runnin' straight—
three of 'em—thirty year'
'At Jake kin count and 'lucidate
o' Sifers' practice here.
LXII
Yit—"Praise the Lord," says Doc,
"we've got our little home!" says he—
"(It's railly Winniferd's, but
what she owns, she sheers with me.)
We' got our little gyarden-spot,
and peach- and apple-trees,
And stable, too, and chicken-lot,
and eighteen hive' o' bees."