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And, as I was sayin', the birds was just twitterin' in the evergreen trees along the front walk, some sleepy, because it was just gettin' right dark.

Vines, you know, hangin' over the edge of the front porch, like.

Few chairs settin' around on the porch.

Just a little band of moonlight layin' there on the front steps, leadin' up like a heavenly walk, like a white path to Paradise--which was there in the front parlor, with the best angel there at home.
"The high angel of this here Heaven, like I told you, she's a settin' there in white," he went on; "and with a blue sash--it was blue, now, wasn't it, fellows?
And she's lettin' her fingers, God bless 'em, just tra-la-loo-loo, loo-loo-la-la, up and down the keys of the piano her dad gave her when she graduated.