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t I'd be nothing but Martha.

n Mary gave up, and as prompt as

ren kept coming to me asking me to make up something, and all of a sudden a play came i

ck she is so solicitous and sweet and smiley that we call her, to ourselves, Ipecac Mollie. Other days, plain Mollie Cottontail. It s

too. And not liking Dr. Rudd, we didn't mind thinking her on him, and so we began. Every day we'd meet f

in life, and sometimes touches the br

. But Dr. Rudd, being a man with not even usual sense, and awful conceited,

ing Miss Bray. But she's thought of it,

ay came off Friday night, the third of July. In consequence of that play I h

undone the things I should. I would not disappoint Miss Bray.

days. Put there for reflection. I reflected. And on

akes tea with her aunt that night, and Miss Bray goes to choir practising. I wish everybody co

she just lives on having Fri

weather. It's across from the dining-room, the kitchen being betwe

and Nita Polley, Emma Clark and Marg

eeman, who is the tallest girl in the ho

well for one thing in this life a

t necessary at weddings, except the groom and the minister.

old petticoat into strips, and made bands to go down the front and around my neck. Loulie Prentiss painte

my hair and make it lie flat, and put on the robe, and there I w

ly-goat. We couldn't borrow pants, knowing it wo

out in the yard where a man was painting a window-shutter that had blown off a back w

lk

, and a collar and cravat, and a coat and a tin lunch-bucket, which had been e

he man who was pai

lls, and when he wasn't looking I slipped out with them, and went up to Miss Bray's room

the cat having kittens or the chimney smoking, she looked to me as the cause. And if there was to be any searching

ix o'clock, when the time came for him to go home. She

going home, and I guess that's the reason he wore his good clothes and took them off so carefully. But whether that was it

where I was watching. I never did know

t of the girls out in the yard, and everybody

ight on this woodpile. And where are they? Yo

When a man can't take care of his pants, he shouldn't have them. Besides, you shouldn't have left yours in the woodhouse whe

felt sorry for him when Miss Br

voice was trembling so I thought he was going to cry. "It's very stra

on." And Miss Bray, who's good on a bluff, pretended like she

t had come into his mind from a long way o

tries to be funny every now and then, and calls it joking. I'll choke his liver out o

nd groom and the bridesmaids came in, all the girls were standing in rows on either side of t

obbly for words, but they got them in all right,

mes the

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en doing this

yard, and humming in bed, so as to get the words into the tun

, and, though I was the minister and stood o

as the only silent one. But the bridegroom and bridesmaids sang, an

ray. A graven image of her cou

front, and slick and tight in the back; and her face was a purple pink, and powdered all over,

that little nervous sniffle with her nose, like Miss Bray mak

thes, and that's the only way you'd know some men were men,

Particularly that they mustn't get mad and leave each other, for Yorkburg was very old-fashioned and didn't

ou are an old sheep? And does he know that though you're a good manager on little and are not lazy, that your temper's been ruined by economizing, and that at times, if you were dead, there'd be no place for you? Peter wouldn't pass you, and

made me look up, and there, standing

d was-"Le