SOME SCATTERING REMARKS OF BUB'S.

By James Whitcomb Riley

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?