Life — December 2, 1899 — page 18: what you’re looking at

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threw them in the grate instead of brushing them off on the rag carpet. “What would I better wear?” she asked, for she was beginning to be interested in spite of herself. “T would suggest your gray watered silk,” said the young man, ‘‘and that bonnet with the black aigrette. You know the princess is opposed to the Audubon Societies, and if you win her “Sho sent for her private stenographer.” favor, it will go a long way with so dutiful a father.” “Would I better go to see my fairy god-son first?” asked the widow, doubt- fully. Now, the fairy god-son was a young gnome who had turned out very badly from a gnomic point of view, being rather tall and slender and handsome, and having « disposition generous to the degree of positive prodigality, Therefore the real son, who, it may be added right here, was not without ulterior designs upon the hand of the princess, inclined to the view that his foster-brother wouldn't be of much use and that, anyhow, he didn't want him around before his own affairs were satisfactorily settled. “*You can ask him to the wedding