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Catherwood, Mary Hartwell, 1847-1902

"Old Caravan Days"

The children had run so far
and rubbed over fences and sat in the grass. I didn't even think it
was worth while to save the pieces; and I put my least one's clothes
on her for some kind of a covering.
"It was her concert dress," said the woman, regarding aunt Corinne's
pantalets with some contempt. "I suppose I hought to thank you, but
since she was hinticed away, I can't. When one 'as her feelings
'arrowed up for nearly a week as mine have been 'arrowed, one can't
feel thankful. I will send these 'ere things back by Jarvey. Well,
ladies and gentlemen, let me bid you good evening. The performance
'as already begun and we professionals cannot shirk business."
"You give an exhibition in Greenfield to-night, do you?" inquired
the lawyer.
"Yes, sir," replied the woman, standing with Carrie in arms. She had
some difficulty in getting at her pocket, but threw him a handbill.
Then passing out through the hall, she shut the front door behind her.
There were two other front doors to the house, though only the
central one was in constant use, being left open in the summer
weather, excepting on occasions such as the present, when William
Sebastian's wife thought it should be locked.


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