More Toasts by Unknown
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The wife of a successful young literary man had hired a buxom Dutch
girl to do the housework. Several weeks passed and from seeing her master constantly about the house, the girl received an erroneous impression. "Ogscuse me, Mrs. Blank," she said to her mistress one day, "but I like to say somedings." "Well, Rena?" The girl blushed, fumbled with her apron, and then replied, "Veil, you pay me four tollars a veek--" "Yes, and I really can't pay you any more." "It's not dot," responded the girl; "but I be villing to take tree tollars till--till your husband gets vork." Kate Douglas Wiggin's choicest possession, she says, is a letter which she once received from the superintendent of a home for the feeble-minded. He spoke in glowing terms of the pleasure with which the "inmates" had read her little book, "Marm Lisa," and ended thus superbly: "In fact, madam, I think I may safely say that you are the favorite author of the feeble-minded!" Harold Jenks, a syndicate editor of Denver, was talking about the low |
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