Little Sister

It's morning and just turning light. The streets are still of traffic without a soul in sight. The milk as been delivered and papa's letting free the horses from their harnesses then he'll set himself for tea. He hates to make the effort of getting up I say, of milking dear old Bossie and shooing hens away. For they scratch and dig in mama's garden a thing they shouldn't do. But Jim has left the gate wide open and let the bunch get through. Now Jim is oft to school to to learn his p's and q's. He's getting rather upity he thinks he's rather cool. Not right to let the hens come in to scratch in mama's plot. He wouldn't like it none at all if I took his toys to play. He wouldn't like it none at all, but I think I'll just do it anyway.