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things that me I had already bought for other people."
"For other people?" Stanton set questions to some resentfully.
"Oh, yes", it gave credit to the girl; "for a lot of other people." Then,
"Did it like the idea of the 'nights Rheumatic Fun?'" her
rather suddenly asked.
"Did it like?" Cried Stanton. "Did _like_ do me it?"
With a small air of shrugging of excuse the girl straightened on a lot
rigidly on his/her chair.
"It precisely was not clearly an original idea", she explained
remorsefully. "Or, I don't mean original for you. You see, it is
really a the small baton of mine--a small baton of signature of rheumatic
people that cannot sleep; and I go every night of week, a hour to
every one of them. They are only there three, you know. There is a rather young
lady to Boston and a very, very old gentleman out in Brookline, and
the smallest kind of a small girl gotten sick poor in Cambridge. Sometimes me
you turn above only to supper-duration and picks them up with the good ones some long with them
gruels. I don't sometimes get around up to ten or eleven in the
great bu-black dark. From two to three in the morning it seems to be the
cruelest, grayest colder time for the small girl in Cambridge....
And I play well decently the banjo, you know, and it sing more or
less--and it tells histories, or he/she read to tall voice; and me the most greater part must be dressed on always
in of the kind of an elaborate custom 'cause that I cannot seem to find some other
thing to do so a lot that amazes ill people and makes them sit on
so bravely and it seems so glimmering. And it really is not so horribly,
very hard he/she works to do, because everything is all right together well. The short one
skirts, for example that turn me in such takes with the good person chirrupping
great-grandchild for the old poor gentleman, perfectly does only me a
rational, contemporary-looking at play-consort the small Cambridge
girl. I am so a lot of, very little!"
"You clearly ended", only, wryly; it clearly costs, "only, this way
a great horrid destiny for customs and carriages and things. That is what is