Some Scattering Remarks Of Bub's.

Wunst I looked our pepper-box lid An' cut little pie-dough biscuits, I did, And cooked 'em on our stove one day When our hired girl she said I may. Honey's the goodest thing—Oo-ooh! And blackberry-pies is goodest, too! But wite hot biscuits, ist soakin'-wet Wiv tree-mullasus, is goodest yet! Miss Maimie she's my Ma's friend,—an' She's purtiest girl in all the lan'!— An' sweetest smile an' voice an' face— An' eyes ist looks like p'serves tas'e'! I ruther go to the Circus-show; But, 'cause my parunts told me so, I ruther go to the Sund'y School, 'Cause there I learn the goldun rule. Say, Pa,—what is the goldun rule 'At's allus at the Sund'y School?