"COME in," says the woman, and I did.

She says: "Take a cheer." I done it.

She looked me all over with her little shiny eyes, and says: "What might your name be ?" "Sarah Williams." "Where 'bouts do you live?
In this neighborhood ?' "No'm.

In Hookerville, seven mile below.

I've walked all the way and I'm all tired out." "Hungry, too, I reckon.