NEIGHBORS.
Reading edition
I love to think o’ days what’s been ’th all the neighbors droppin’ in To spend the day, or arternoon, ’n in the evenin’ have a tune Like Mear or some such ainshunt air, ’th cider, ’n’ doughnuts; I declare It seems jest like they’s settin’ there A-bindin’ shoes, or knittin’ lace, Eround that old big fireplace, Afore some blazin’ apple bough. There’s too much cultivation now! I love to think o’ days what’s been— “Good night—good night, run in agin’.”