JANE:

[(entering).]

Why, John, what a litter here! you've thrown things all around!

"WHY, JOHN, WHAT A LITTER HERE! YOU'VE THROWN THINGS ALL AROUND!"

Come, what's the matter now? and what 've you lost or found?

And here's my father here, a-waiting for supper, too;

I've been a-riding with him--he's that "handsomer man than you."

Ha! ha! Pa, take a seat, while I put the kettle on,

And get things ready for tea, and kiss my dear old John.

Why, John, you look so strange! Come, what has crossed your track?

I was only a-joking, you know; I'm willing to take it back.

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