WINIFRED WATERS.
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| 2. Send her to the sandy plains, In the zone called torrid; Send her where it never rains, Where the heat is horrid. Mind that she has only flour For her daily feeding; Let her have a page an hour Of the driest reading. | 3. When the poor girl has endured Six months of this drying, Winifred will come back quite cured, Let us hope, of crying. Then she will not day by day Make those mournful faces, And we shall not have to say, "Wring her pillow cases." |
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Obvious punctuation errors repaired.
This issue was part of an omnibus. The original text for this issue did not include a title page or table of contents. This was taken from the July issue with the "No." added. The original table of contents covered the second half of 1873. The remaining text of the table of contents can be found in the rest of the year's issues.