The Grinder Papers — page 37: what you’re looking at

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32 THE GRINDER PAPERS. served you, so I asked him for a lift. Sick, ain’t you? No. Why, law, you don’t lie abed till this time, do you? I got up, darned a pair o’ stockings, patched a petticoat, and dressed an hour ago. I never was one of your sleepy heads, thank fortin’, but I suppose York folks spend the heft of their time abed. I’ve heer'd so.” And all that, my dears, before she got out of the wagon. I roused Mr. Perkins up, and sent him down to open the door, and, upon my word, the creature had ever so much lug- gage with her, and had come to stay a week. : The first thing Florabella Alice said to me when she heard it, was : _ “Oh, ma, what will we do with her at our party ?” And I just sat down and folded my hands, for I knew Charity of old, and there is no managing her. Stay she would, and stay she did, and my only comfort was that she spent the time running around the streets, shopping and hunting up all sorts of people; though, if I had known what would come of that, I’d have watched her better. Good- ness knows, my hope was that she would be somewhere ona — visit when the party came off, and would not be able to get back ; but I might have known better. She kept the day and the hour in her mind, and had an out- landish blue and green dress made over for the occasion, The thing had only five breadths in the skirt, and she took one ot those out for waist and sleeves; so you can fancy it. I never saw such a thing in all my life. However, queer as she looked, comicbooks.com | » ce) ee A dA f a! p aD “4 rer othe x it Pe or ATgs A a> i pete S re Ve 4 <