“Tom, she giv’ me the marble heart, the cold shake; them baloom sleeves is too much for her. (In a whisper): I want you to let me pull your sister ’round on that sled for a little while. I want ter make that gal jealous—it’ll break her heart!”
“Tom, she giv’ me the marble heart, the cold shake; them baloom sleeves is too much for her. (In a whisper): I want you to let me pull your sister ’round on that sled for a little while. I want ter make that gal jealous—it’ll break her heart!”
“Tom, she giv’ me the marble heart, the cold shake; them baloom sleeves is too much for her. (In a whisper): I want you to let me pull your sister ’round on that sled for a little while. I want ter make that gal jealous—it’ll break her heart!”
“Tom, she giv’ me the marble heart, the cold shake; them baloom sleeves is too much for her. (In a whisper): I want you to let me pull your sister ’round on that sled for a little while. I want ter make that gal jealous—it’ll break her heart!”