Gettin' up at four o'clock in th' mornin' th' singin' iv
th' full-throated alarm clock is answered be an invisible choir iv
songsters, as Shakespere says, an' ye see th' sun rise over th' hills as
ye go out to carry in a ton iv coal. All day long ye meet no wan as ye
thrip over th' coal-scuttle, happy in ye'er tile an' ye'er heart is
enlivened be th' thought that th' childher in th' front iv th' house ar-
re growin' sthrong on th' fr-resh counthry air. Besides they'se always
cookin' to do. At night ye can set be th' fire an' improve ye'er mind be
r-readin' half th' love story in th' part iv th' pa-aper that th' cheese
come home in, an' whin ye're through with that, all ye have to do is to
climb a ladder to th' roof an' fall through th' skylight an' ye're in
bed."
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"But wud ye believe it, Hinnissy, manny iv these misguided women
rayfuse f'r to take a job that aint in a city. They prefer th' bustle
an' roar iv th' busy marts iv thrade, th' sthreet car, th' saloon on
three corners an' th' church on wan, th' pa-apers ivry mornin' with
pitchers iv th' s'ciety fav'rite that's just thrown up a good job at
Armours to elope with th' well-known club man who used to be yard-
masther iv th' three B's, G, L, & N., th' shy peek into th' dhry-goods
store, an' other base luxuries, to a free an' healthy life in th'
counthry between iliven P.
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