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“If I Wuz Rich.”

Two ragged little children were standing on the kerbstone watching the carriages as they drove Up and stopped to let out their occupants. The street waifs were dirty and ragged, and no doubt hungry, for the basket they carried between them was empty, and the face of the younger of the two was tear stained. “ They must be awful rich,’’ he said to the girl at his side. “ Jimmy,’’ she answered, “ d’ye know wot I’d do if I wuz rich as—as mud, like them 1 ? I’d jes set up straight in my carriage, an’ if the folks didn’t get out o’ the way I’d run over ’em, so I wud.” “ I wouldn’t," said Jimmy, slowly, and solemnly. “If I wuz rich I wouldn’t want no carridge, nor bosses, nor nothin’. I’d go jest as fast as ever I cud to heven an’ bring me mudder back agen.” He finished with a sob, and the girl looked at him with an air of superior disdain. “ You’re a silly,” she said, but her voice was soft, and she took his hand in hers as they moved away.

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Cromwell Argus, Volume XXVII, Issue 1373, 20 August 1895, Page 3

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“If I Wuz Rich.” Cromwell Argus, Volume XXVII, Issue 1373, 20 August 1895, Page 3

“If I Wuz Rich.” Cromwell Argus, Volume XXVII, Issue 1373, 20 August 1895, Page 3