He was wet ez a drownded rat, but wife rubbed him off an' give him some hot tea an' he come a-snuggin' up in my lap, thess ez sweet a child ez you ever see in yo' life, an' I talked to him ez fatherly ez I could, told him we was all 'Piscopals now, an' soon ez his little foot got well I was goin' to take him out to Sunday-school to tote a banner-all his little 'Piscopal friends TOTES banners-an' thet he could pick out some purty candles for the altar, an' he 'lowed immejate thet he'd buy pink ones.
"Sonny, A Christmas Guest"
Ruth McEnery Stuart
I suppose so, unless she TOTES herself off!
"Together"
Robert Herrick (1868-1938)
Every man up-bound TOTES as much o' it as he kin carry.
"Bring Me His Ears"
Clarence E. Mulford