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I'se dot a p'esent for you, Weezy ! Hally's dot a birseday p'esent for you !
Mary Emily Bradley Birds of a Feather (Boston: Lee & Shepard, 1872) , p.195.
... and little Hal rushed up to her, holding something gathered up in his frock, and shouting out,
" I'se dot a p'esent for you, Weezy ! Hally's dot a birseday p'esent for you ! "
And what should it be but a beautiful photograph album, bound in green morocco, with her own initials in relief upon the cover, the very thing she had been wishing for. Inside were a lot of pictures, too, that she had never seen; a lovely vignette of her mother, in the first place, with that sweet, spirituelle expression that Louise had never fully appreciated until yesterday. Then a fine likeness of her father, and the most charming picture of cunning little Hal, in a cocked hat, with a toy gun on his shoulder. There were some sweet little baby pictures of Louise herself, copied from old daguerreotypes, and a set of the "Palmer Marbles" besides. So that her album was half full already.