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MALAPROPOS.
`I declare,” said Mrs. Partington, as Miss Waggles,
the daughter of the green grocer, looked in upon her
in the full feather of extreme fashion; “you look as if
you had just come out of the upper drawer, and smell
as sweet as the balm of Gilead.” Miss Waggles smiled,
smoothed down her stiff silk, — just bought, — and
tossed her head daintily, on the back of which hung the
new bonnet that she had come in on purpose to show.
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How long is it, Dear, since it was dyed and turned. P. 55
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without taking her spectacles from her forehead. She
did not see the blush that suffused the Waggles as the
green grocer's daughter informed her that it was silk.
“Dear me,” exclaimed she, taking hold of it; “so it is;
how well you have kept it! It looks as good as new.
If some girls had worn it, it would have all been in rags
before now. How long is it, dear, since it was dyed
and turned?” — “It is new,” said Miss Waggles, suppressing
a hoop and extending a spiteful feeling at the
same time. — “Is it, indeed?” responded the dame.
“Well, my visionary organs do deceive me so, that I
believe that I am growing near-sighted; but are you
going to have a new bonnet to match?” This was
putting the agony on too thick; it was the grain that
broke the back of the eamel. Miss Waggles remembered
that she had a sudden engagement and rose to
go, and a strange smile played around the mouth of
Mrs. Partington as her visitor sailed out of the door
like a line-of-battle ship. Ike watched her, and thought
what fun it would be to see her go up.
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