He's Jes' A Great, Big, Awk'Ard, Hulkin' Feller, - Humped, And Sort O' Sulkin' - Like, And Ruther Still-Appearin' - Kind-As-Ef He Wuzn'T Keerin' Whether School Helt Out Er Not - That's My Henry, To A Dot! Allus Kind O' Liked Him - Whether Childern, Er Growed-Up Together! Fifteen Year' Ago And Better, 'Fore He Ever Knowed A Letter, Run Acrosst The Little Fool In My Primer-Class At School. When The Teacher Wuzn'T Lookin', he'd Be Th'Owin' Wads; Er Crookin' Pins; Er Sprinklin' Pepper, More'N Likely, On The Stove; Er Borin' Gimlet-Holes Up Thue His Desk - Nothin' That Boy Wouldn't Resk! But, Somehow, As I Was Goin' On To Say, He Seemed So Knowin', Other Ways, And Cute And Cunnin' - Allus Wuz A Notion Runnin' Thue My Giddy, Fool-Head He Jes' Had Be'N Cut Out Fer Me! Don't Go Much On Prophesyin', But Last Night Whilse I Wuz Fryin' Supper, With That Man A-Pitchin' Little Marthy Round The Kitchen, Think-Says-I, "Them Baby'S Eyes Is My Henry'S, Jes' P'Cise!"