A Confidence

Uncle John, he makes me tired;Thinks 'at he's jest so all-firedSmart, 'at he kin pick up, so,Ever'thing he wants to know.Tried to ketch me up last night,But you bet I would n't bite.I jest kep' the smoothes' face,But I led him sich a chase,Could n't corner me, you bet--I skipped all the traps he set.Makin' out he wan'ed to knowWho was this an' that girl's beau;So 's he 'd find out, don't you see,Who was goin' 'long with me.But I answers jest ez sly,An' I never winks my eye,Tell he hollers with a whirl,"Look here, ain't you got a girl?"Y' ought 'o seen me spread my eyes,Like he 'd took me by surprise,An' I said, "Oh, Uncle John,Never thought o' havin' one."An' somehow that seemed to tickleHim an' he shelled out a nickel.Then you ought to seen me leaveJest a-laffin' in my sleeve.Fool him--well, I guess I did;He ain't on to this here kid.Got a girl! well, I guess yes,Got a dozen more or less,But I got one reely one,Not no foolin' ner no fun;Fur I 'm sweet on her, you see,An' I ruther guess 'at sheMust be kinder sweet on me,So we 're keepin' company.Honest Injun! this is true,Ever' word I 'm tellin' you!But you won't be sich a scabEz to run aroun' an' blab.Mebbe 't ain't the way with you,But you know some fellers do.Spoils a girl to let her know'At you talk about her so.Don't you know her? her name 's Liz,Nicest girl in town she is.Purty? ah, git out, you gilly--Liz 'ud purt 'nigh knock you silly.Y' ought 'o see her when she 's dressedAll up in her Sunday best,All the fellers nudgin' me,An' a-whisperin', gemunee!Betcher life 'at I feel proudWhen she passes by the crowd.'T 's kinder nice to be a-goin'With a girl 'at makes some showin'--One you know 'at hain't no snide,Makes you feel so satisfied.An' I 'll tell you she 's a trump,Never even seen her jumpLike some silly girls 'ud do,When I 'd hide and holler "Boo!"She 'd jest laff an' say "Git out!What you hollerin' about?"When some girls 'ud have a fitThat 'un don't git skeered a bit,Never makes a bit o' rowWhen she sees a worm er cow.Them kind 's few an' far between;Bravest girl I ever seen.Tell you 'nuther thing she 'll do,Mebbe you won't think it 's true,But if she 's jest got a dimeShe 'll go halvers ever' time.Ah, you goose, you need n't laff;That's the kinder girl to have.If you knowed her like I do,Guess you 'd kinder like her too.Tell you somep'n' if you 'll swearYou won't tell it anywhere.Oh, you got to cross yer heartEarnest, truly, 'fore I start.Well, one day I kissed her cheek;Gee, but I felt cheap an' weak,'Cause at first she kinder flared,'N', gracious goodness! I was scared.But I need n't been, fer la!Why, she never told her ma.That's what I call grit, don't you?Sich a girl's worth stickin' to.