A Modern Miracle

Once w’en I’m sick th’ doctor come An’ ’en I put my tongue ’way out, An’ he says, “H-m-m! Nurse, get me some Warm water, please.” An’ in about A minute, w’y, she did an’ ’en He put a glass thing into it An’ ’en he wiped it off again An’ put it in my mouth a bit.

’En after w’ile he took it out An’ held it up w’ere he could see, An’ ’en he says, “H-m-m! ’Ist about Too high a half of a degree.” An’ ’en Ma asked him if I’m bad An’ he says “Nope!” ’ist gruff an’ cross ’An says “W’y you can’t kill a lad, An’ if you do it ain’t much loss!”

An’ ’en she’s mad an’ he ’ist bust Out laughin’ an’ he says, “Don’t fret, He’s goin’ t’ be all right, I trust. W’y he ain’t even half dead yet.” An’ ’en he felt my pulse, ’at way, An’ patted me upon my head An’ says “There ain’t no school today, ’Cuz one of th’ trustees is dead!”

An’ my, I’m awful sorry w’en He told me that. An’ ’en he said “He’ll be all right by noon.” An’ ’en He went away. An’ Ma says “Ned, How do you feel?” An’ ’en, you know, Since Doctor told me that, somehow, I’m awful sick a while ago, But, my! I’m almost well right now!