"A bargain sale of groceries, more likely," said Hepatica herself.
"It was no bargain sale of anything," denied the Philosopher. "It was a most expensive edition of the works of Charles Dickens."
"Good for you, Patty!" cried the Skeptic.
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[III]
[AZALEA AND THE CASHIER]
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A mother is a mother still, The holiest thing alive. —S. T. Coleridge. |
"I am to spend the day with Azalea to-morrow," I announced, as I said good night, one evening, "and I shall not come back until so late that you mustn't sit up for me. Azalea couldn't ask me to stay all night, on account of using the guest-room for a nursery during the winter, but she's very anxious to have me there in the evening, for it's the only chance I shall have to see her husband."