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A STORMY SEASON.
“Cease, rude Bolus, blustering railer!” said Mrs.
Partington, as she reached out into the storm to secure a
refractory shutter, and the wind rushed in and extinguished
her light, and slammed to the door, and fanned
the fire in the grate, and rustled the calico flounce upon
the quilt, and peeped into the closet, and under the bed,
and contemptuously shook Mrs. Partington's night-jacket,
as it hung airing on the chair by the fire, and
flirted with her cap-border, as she looked out upon the
night. It was a saucy gust. “How it blows!” said
she, as she shut down the window. “I hope Heaven
will keep the poor sailors safe that go down on the sea
in vessels! This must be the obnoxious storm,” continued
she, “when the sun crosses the Penobscot.”
She donned her specs, and sat down to consult her
almanac, — next to her Bible in importance, — and she
found she was right, while the wind howled around the
house most dismally, and yelled wildly down the old
chimney.
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