160 AMY.

bed, “wasn’t it a lubly birfday, aster all? We had ev’ysing.
I’m not doing to say ‘ Dod b’ess ev’ybody’ to-night. I’m doing
to say mamma, and papa, and Horace, and May, and Arfur,
and Siah, and Rilla, and the nurse, and the p’leeceman, and
the pos’man, and the poor norphans, and ev’ybody I can’ sink
of, ’cause ’m so awful glad.”