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Show LAS A week when Saturday night was Jusa bouta close up aud queeta work I no feela ver good. I gotta money but no ruoocha pep. I stoppa one place where sella da flowers flow-ers for geeva look. Was leetle keed outside bouta seexa years old. He sella da paper but he gotta plenta left wot he no sella yet. He aska me, 'Tleuse, meester, you lika buy da paper?" I say, "Wot's matter mat-ter you no sella before dees? Everybody Every-body stoppa read for go to bed now." I aska eef he wanta getta rich one day. He say no- wanta getta rich jusa buy hees mudda buncha flowers for Sunday. Hees name Jimmy Brown and he tella me hees fadda go dead louga time. He say tomorrow was was when hees mudda gonna hava da birthday. "I lika to buy my mudda some flowers flow-ers so I try sella more paper," he say. "Eef I sella every one I gotta plenta money. I betta, meester, my mudda sure glad eef I geeva her flowers for ia present. Wonta you please buy 1usa one paper?" You know I reada paper longa time before dnt night. But I lika dat leetle Jimmy Brown alia right. I no wanta heem gt'.ta wise so I say I gotta twenty-five keeds my family and everyone wanta newspaper and I buy da whola works. And righta queeck Jimmy smlla so beeg and go buy hees mudda some flowers. He say, "Tunka you, Meester," Mees-ter," and den he walka home maka plenta noise weeth wheestle. He sure was glada keed alia right. Jusa between you and me no for spreada round to Jimmy, I no gotta twenty-fiva keeds and I no wanta alia dat paper. But I wanta see Jimmy geeva hees mamma da beega boquet for present. I buy everyone da .paper he gotta and when he ees gone I trow een da waste can. Pretty queeck I no feela seeck any more and I starta wheestle, too. Som-atlng Som-atlng maka me feela good alia for sudden. Mebbe was dat tune Jimmy wheestle. Wot you tiuk? (Copyright.) O |