MRS. PARTINGTON IN THE MARKET.
“I wonder what they mean by a better feeling in the
market?” said Mrs. Partington, looking up from the
newspaper which she was reading, and the problem
deeply agitated her mind, revealed in the vibration of
her cap-border. Her address was directed to nobody in
particular. It was a little private wonder, got up for
her own amusement. The market, and the deaths and
marriages, were Mrs. P.'s favorite study in the Weekly
Chronicle, but some of the mercantile phrases were at
times imperfectly understood. “I wonder what they
mean? I 'm shore I don't feel any better there, and
I don't believe anybody does but the butchers, and
that 's when they are pocketing the money, — things is
so dear! But,” continued she, brightening up, “I
should like to see the trade embracing ten hogsheads of
tobacco, that I see here printed about. That must have
been a real tetching sight.” She thought of Paul, and
the association brought out the cotton handkerchief with
the Constitution and Guerriere upon it, and she discontinued.
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PARTINGTONIAN PHILOSOPHY
[Description: 677EAF. Illustration page. Image of a group of people in front of a fire. A short man is pointing something, maybe a gun or a fire poker,
at a taller, fatter man who is blindfolded. The other people are watching and smiling.]
