Versos English James Whitcomb Riley Xxxii

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Er maybe dead o' winter--makes no odds to Doc,--he's got To face the weather ef it takes the hide off! 'cause he'll not Lie out o' goin' and p'tend he's sick hisse'f--like some 'At I could name 'at folks might send fer and they'd never come!