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of interest to man and dog; then hey, for the chase 

 of the paling west into the evening land. Let the 

 fragrant shadows creep, who cares ? The bow is 

 singing a foamy lullaby, the craft is skimming o'er 

 liquid gold, the white puffs swiftly float astern ; 'tis 

 well, my lords. 



But your feet are wet ! who cares ? Your 

 breeches are all green from grass and moss ! What 

 of it it's what they're for who cares? But you 

 haven't done a stroke of work to-day ! Who cares ? 

 But there's the garden patch not dug yet ! Who 

 cares ? That big fantailed bass weighs plump five 

 pounds goldfish wouldn't buy forgiveness like that 

 fellow 1 Do you understand ? 



