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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416518" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>A New Year's Time At Willards's</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">1<br>The Hired Man Talks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">There's old man Willards; an' his wife;<br>An' Marg'et-- S'repty's sister--; an'<br>There's me-- an' I'm the hired man;<br>An' Tomps McClure, you better yer life!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well now, old Willards hain't so bad,<br>Considerin' the chance he's had.<br>Of course, he's rich, an' sleeps an' eats<br>Whenever he's a mind to: Takes<br>An' leans back in the Amen-seats<br>An' thanks the Lord fer all he makes--.<br>That's purty much all folks has got<br>Ag'inst the old man, like as not!<br>But there's his woman-- jes the turn<br>Of them-air two wild girls o' hern--<br>Marg'et an' S'repty-- allus in<br>Fer any cuttin'-up concern--<br>Church festibals, and foolishin'<br>Round Christmas-trees, an' New Year's sprees--<br>Set up to watch the Old Year go<br>An' New Year come-- sich things as these;<br>An' turkey-dinners, don't you know!<br>S'repty's younger, an' more gay,<br>An' purtier, an' finer dressed<br>Than Marg'et is-- but, lawzy-day!<br>She hain't the independentest!<br>'Take care!' old Willards used to say,<br>'Take care--! Let Marg'et have her way,<br>An' S'repty, you go off an' play<br>On your melodeum--!' But, best<br>Of all, comes Tomps! An' I'll be bound,<br>Ef he hain't jes the beatin'est<br>Young chap in all the country round!<br>Ef you knowed Tomps you'd like him, shore!<br>They hain't no man on top o' ground<br>Walks into my affections more--!<br>An' all the Settlement'll say<br>That Tomps was liked jes thataway<br>By ever'body, till he tuk<br>A shine to S'repty Willards--. Then<br>You'd ort'o see the old man buck<br>An' h'ist hisse'f, an' paw the dirt,<br>An' hint that 'common workin'-men<br>That didn't want their feelin's hurt<br>'Ud better hunt fer 'comp'ny' where<br>The folks was pore an' didn't care--!'<br>The pine-blank facts is--, the old man,<br>Last Christmas was a year ago,<br>Found out some presents Tomps had got<br>Fer S'repty, an' hit made him hot--<br>Set down an' tuk his pen in hand<br>An' writ to Tomps an' told him so<br>On legal cap, in white an' black,<br>An' give him jes to understand<br>'No Christmas-gifts o' 'lily-white'<br>An' bear's-ile could fix matters right,'<br>An' wropped 'em up an' sent 'em back!<br>Well, S'repty cried an' snuffled round<br>Consid'able. But Marg'et she<br>Toed out another sock, an' wound<br>Her knittin' up, an' drawed the tea,<br>An' then set on the supper-things,<br>An' went up in the loft an' dressed--<br>An' through it all you'd never guessed<br>What she was up to! An' she brings<br>Her best hat with her an her shawl,<br>An' gloves, an' redicule, an' all,<br>An' injirubbers, an' comes down<br>An' tells 'em she's a-goin' to town<br>To he'p the Christmas goin's-on<br>Her Church got up. An' go she does--<br>The best hosswoman ever was!<br>'An' what'll We do while you're gone?'<br>The old man says, a-tryin' to be<br>Agreeable. 'Oh! You?' says she--,<br>'You kin jaw S'repty, like you did,<br>An' slander Tomps!' An' off she rid!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Now, this is all I'm goin' to tell<br>Of this-here story-- that is, I<br>Have done my very level best<br>As fur as this, an' here I 'dwell,'<br>As auctioneers says, winkin' sly:<br>Hit's old man Willards tells the rest.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">2<br>The Old Man Talks</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Adzackly jes one year ago,<br>This New Year's day, Tomps comes to me--<br>In my own house, an' whilse the folks<br>Was gittin' dinner--, an' he pokes<br>His nose right in, an' says, says he:<br>'I got yer note-- an' read it slow!<br>You don't like me, ner I don't you,'<br>He says--, 'we're even there, you know!<br>But you've said, furder that no gal<br>Of yourn kin marry me, er shall,<br>An' I'd best shet off comin', too!'<br>An' then he says--, 'Well, them's Your views--;<br>But havin' talked with S'repty, we<br>Have both agreed to disagree<br>With your peculiar notions-- some;<br>An', that s the reason, I refuse<br>To quit a-comin' here, but come--<br>Not fer to threat, ner raise no skeer<br>An' spile yer turkey-dinner here--,<br>But jes fer S'repty's sake, to sheer<br>Yer New Year's. Shall I take a cheer?'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Well, blame-don! Ef I ever see<br>Sich impidence! I couldn't say<br>Not nary word! But Mother she<br>Sot out a cheer fer Tomps, an' they<br>Shuk hands an' turnt their back on me.<br>Then I riz-- mad as mad could be--!<br>But Marg'et says--, 'Now, Pap! You set<br>Right where you're settin'--! Don't you fret!<br>An' Tomps-- you warm yer feet!' says she,<br>'An throw yer mitts an' comfert on<br>The bed there! Where is S'repty gone!<br>The cabbage is a-scortchin'! Ma,<br>Stop cryin' there an' stir the slaw!'<br>Well--! What was Mother cryin' fer--?<br>I half riz up-- but Marg'et's chin<br>Hit squared-- an' I set down ag'in--<br>I allus was afeard o' her,<br>I was, by jucks! So there I set,<br>Betwixt a sinkin'-chill an' sweat,<br>An' scuffled with my wrath, an' shet<br>My teeth to mighty tight, you bet!<br>An' yit, fer all that I could do,<br>I eeched to jes git up an' whet<br>The carvin'-knife a rasp er two<br>On Tomps's ribs-- an' so would you--!<br>Fer he had riz an' faced around,<br>An' stood there, smilin', as they brung<br>The turkey in, all stuffed an' browned--<br>Too sweet fer nose, er tooth, er tongue!<br>With sniffs o' sage, an' p'r'aps a dash<br>Of old burnt brandy, steamin'-hot<br>Mixed kindo' in with apple-mash<br>An' mince-meat, an' the Lord knows what!<br>Nobody was a-talkin' then,<br>To 'filiate any awk'ardness--<br>No noise o' any kind but jes<br>The rattle o' the dishes when<br>They'd fetch 'em in an' set 'em down,<br>An' fix an' change 'em round an' round,<br>Like women does-- till Mother says--,<br>'Vittels is ready; Abner, call<br>Down S'repty-- she's up-stairs, I guess--.'<br>And Marg'et she says, 'Ef you bawl<br>Like that, she'll not come down at all!<br>Besides, we needn't wait till she<br>Gits down! Here Temps, set down by me,<br>An' Pap: say grace...!' Well, there I was--!<br>What could I do! I drapped my head<br>Behind my fists an' groaned; an' said--:<br>'Indulgent Parent! In Thy cause<br>We bow the head an' bend the knee<br>An' break the bread, an' pour the wine,<br>Feelin'--' (The stair-door suddently<br>Went bang! An' S'repty flounced by me--)<br>'Feelin',' I says, 'this feast is Thine--<br>This New Year's feast--' an' rap-rap-rap!<br>Went Marg'ets case-knife on her plate--<br>An' next, I heerd a sasser drap--,<br>Then I looked up, an' strange to state,<br>There S'repty set in Tomps lap--<br>An' huggin' him, as shore as fate!<br>An' Mother kissin' him k-slap!<br>An' Marg'et-- she chips in to drap<br>The ruther peert remark to me--:<br>'That 'grace' o' yourn,' she says, 'won't 'gee'--<br>This hain't no 'New Year's feast,'' says she--,<br>'This is a' Infair-Dinner, Pap!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An' so it was--! Be'n married fer<br>Purt' nigh a week--! 'Twas Marg'et planned<br>The whole thing fer 'em, through an' through.<br>I'm rickonciled; an' understand,<br>I take things jes as they occur--,<br>Ef Marg'et liked Tomps, Tomps 'ud do--!<br>But I-says-I, a-holt his hand--,<br>'I'm glad you didn't marry Her--<br>'Cause Marg'et's my guardeen-- yes-sir--!<br>An' S'repty's good enough fer you!'</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=James+Whitcomb+Riley">James Whitcomb Riley</a><div class=q>
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The Hired Man Talks

There's old man Willards; an' his wife;
An' Marg'et-- S'repty's sister--; an'
There's me-- an' I'm the hired man;
An' Tomps McClure, you better yer life!

Well now, old Willards hain't so bad,
Considerin' the chance he's had..."></div>
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