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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=416643" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>How It Happened</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone--<br>And all her sisters married off, and none but her and John<br>A-livin' all alone there in that lonesome sort o' way,<br>And him a blame old bachelor, confirmder ev'ry day!<br>I'd knowed 'em all from childern, and their daddy from the time<br>He settled in the neighborhood, and had n't ary a dime<br>Er dollar, when he married, far to start housekeepin' on!--<br>So I got to thinkin' of her--both her parents dead and gone!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I got to thinkin' of her; and a-wundern what she done<br>That all her sisters kep' a gittin' married, one by one,<br>And her without no chances--and the best girl of the pack--<br>An old maid, with her hands, you might say, tied behind her back!<br>And Mother, too, afore she died, she ust to jes' take on,<br>When none of 'em was left, you know, but Evaline and John,<br>And jes' declare to goodness 'at the young men must be bline<br>To not see what a wife they 'd git if they got Evaline!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I got to thinkin' of her; in my great affliction she<br>Was sich a comfert to us, and so kind and neighberly,--<br>She 'd come, and leave her housework, far to be'p out little Jane,<br>And talk of _her own_ mother 'at she 'd never see again--<br>Maybe sometimes cry together--though, far the most part she<br>Would have the child so riconciled and happy-like 'at we<br>Felt lonesomer 'n ever when she 'd put her bonnet on<br>And say she 'd railly haf to be a-gittin' back to John!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I got to thinkin' of her, as I say,--and more and more<br>I'd think of her dependence, and the burdens 'at she bore,--<br>Her parents both a-bein' dead, and all her sisters gone<br>And married off, and her a-livin' there alone with John--<br>You might say jes' a-toilin' and a-slavin' out her life<br>Far a man 'at hadn't pride enough to git hisse'f a wife--<br>'Less some one married _Evaline_, and packed her off some day!--<br>So I got to thinkin' of her--and it happened thataway.</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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And all her sisters married off, and none but her and John
A-livin' all alone there in that lonesome sort o' way,
And him a blame old bachelor, confirmder ev'ry day!
I'd knowed 'em all fro..."></div>
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