Kind o' folded like a note!
It has writin', sure as blazes!
It is somethin' Nancy wrote.


17

"My dere billy, you will wunder
Why I ever rote you this;
I am sorry I am leevin
Daddie needs me in his biz.
I don't reely like this quiet
Kind of sober farmer life;
I like something allus doin,
But for this, I'd be your wife.
I got two of old Jim's bullets,
Didn't like to let you know,
Cause the one that you was luggin'
Seemed to fret and hurt you so.
Daddie cut them out that evenin;
I don't mind a little such,
But, dere billy, don't you worry,
Old Jim's shootin wasn't much."




THE DECISION