"But, darling, you don't know how to write."
"That's no diff'ence, mamma; Lily don't know how to read."
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"What sort of an appearing man is he?"
"Little dried-up feller," replied the gaunt Missourian, "that looks like he always ett at the second table."
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"Did you hear about the awful trouble that has befallen Mrs. Talkalot?"
"Don't tell me she has lost her voice."
"No, her husband has lost his hearing."
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