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Don't tromp on 'em,
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He ought to be _keer_ful on 'em,
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If Whistle & Sharp only sold sich ribbons,
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And to think, continued Mrs. Bird,
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He keeps 'em in his _butes_,
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They don't come out of his _butes_ at all, said Aunt Sonora;
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He didn't put 'em _in_ his butes, said Mrs. Swipes;
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Put 'em in 'fore he come,
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I say, mister, inquired Squire Longbow, who wished to settle the disputed point for the benefit of all,
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Ask him if they are raal ribbons,
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I say, mister, stammered the Squire, again rising,
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Won't answer no questions!
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he said, which he'd worn mor'n twenty years. He bought it down on the
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Susquehannas, and had watched it with sacred care ever since he had owned it. He wore it on Sunday, Fourth of July, on town-meeting days, and on all special occasions. He kept it the rest of the time in a closet in the
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covered with a piece of
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which was about as ancient as the hat. There was one grease spot on it, and only one, and there was not a man, woman, or child in the settlement who did not know how it