A FOND FAREWELL.
She stood sis-feet-two in her stockings, her weight ran into dozens of stones, and she was just twentyone years old.
"It ain't everyone I'd trust my little girl to," said her old farmerfather, with tears in his eyes, as he stood before the sweet young elephant and the man who wished to make her wife. She laid the jaw of her blushing face upon her clear dad's quivering shoulder. "You must take good care of my wee birdling, Jack," continued the old man, in broken tones. "Remember that she's been raised kind o' tender-like. Two acres a day's all I ever asked her to plough, and an acre a day o ! corn is all she's used to hoeing. She kin do light work—sich as makin' fences an' digging ditches—but she ain't used to reg'lar farm work, an* you mustn't ask too much of her. It's hard for her old dad to give up his little sunshine, Jack ; he'll have to chop his own firewood now, an' dig up his own 'taters. But go, birdie, go, an' ma 3 you find a "nappy _ nest !"
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King Country Chronicle, Volume VI, Issue 467, 22 May 1912, Page 7
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186A FOND FAREWELL. King Country Chronicle, Volume VI, Issue 467, 22 May 1912, Page 7
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