The Complete Works of James Whitcomb Riley Cassander -her mothers C voice seems cler As ever, from the old back-porch, a-hollerin fer her- Especially in airly Spring-like May, two year ago- Last time she hollered fer her,-and Cassander didnt hear Cassander was so chirpy-like and sociable and free, And good to everbody, and wuz even good to me Though I wuz jes a common-well, a farm-hand, dont you know, A-workin on her fathers place, as pore as pore could be Her bein jes a only child, Cassander had her way A good-eal moren other girls and neighbours just to say She looked most like her Mother, but wuz turned most like her Pap,- Except he had no use fer tom-folks then-ner yit to-day