The Little Darling

1895

Harold accompanies his mother on an afternoon call upon the elderly lady who has just moved in next door.
Mrs. Newcomer — And this is little Harold? Well, my little man, I hope that we shall be friends.
Harold (imperatively) — I want to see 'oo 'ittle chickens.
Mrs. Newcomer — Why, I haven't any little chickens.
Harold — Where's 'oo fezzors?
Mrs. Newcomer — Why, what does the child mean? I haven't any feathers.
Harold — Den papa storied, 'cause he said it was a ole hen dat had moved in dis house. — Chicago Post.