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Fe ee y 4 te + o? 7* ot r z THE GRINDER PAPERS. 19 ‘Tisn’t so long since Mawkins made his money, that I quite dare to do asl like and be sure no one will say, ‘‘You can’t expect any better; you know what she was used to.” If she only would not go to Stewart's, where there is sure to be some one you know, I shouldn’t so much care. She came down dressed this morning, with her two-handled basket and cotton umbrella, and told me what she wanted. I tried to stop her. ‘“You must be so tired, cousin,” said I; just give me the list and I'll shop for you.” ““No,” saidshe. ‘‘I’m a spry body—none of your lazy folks, I came to New York to see things, and not to sleep, and I’ve seen so much of Mr. Stewart's store, ’'m bound to get a dress there. Is he dear?” ‘« Dreadful,” said I. I wanted to frighten her from going. ‘‘Ah!” said she. ‘‘I’ll beat him well down then; see if [ don’t.” ‘They have only one price, Cousin Charity,” cried I ee ened out of my wits. ‘*So they all say,” said she, with such a wink; ‘‘but I know better, Cousin Martha. Well, weset out. Everybody we met she would nod to, and then say: ‘‘Who’s that? Don’t know, eh? Why, what an unsociable place New York is. ~ I know everybody in Perkinsburg.” At last we got to Stewart's—Mrs. Nobs’ carriage at the door, Eomicboo cS co