Chapter LXII

Yit--"Praise the Lord," says Doc,
"we've got our little home!" says he--
"(It's railly _Winniferd's_, but
what she owns, she sheers with me.)
We' got our little gyarden-spot,
and peach- and apple-trees,
And stable, too, and chicken-lot,
and eighteen hive' o' bees."

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