Daisy by Elizabeth Wetherell
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"Some hoarhound drops, mamma."
"You haven't a sore throat?" she asked eagerly. "No, ma'am not just now, but I had yesterday; and I thought I would be provided." "You seem provided for a long time " Miss Pinshon remarked. "Can't get anything up at Magnolia except rice," said Preston, after making the lady a bow which did not promise good fellowship. "You must take with you what you are likely to want there." "You will not want all that," said his mother. "No, ma'am, I hope not," said Preston, looking at his package demurely. "Old uncle Lot, you know, always has a cough; and I purpose delighting him with some of my purchases. I will go and put them away." "Old uncle Lot!" my aunt repeated. "What uncle Lot? I did not know you had been enough at Magnolia to get the servants' names. But I don't remember any uncle Lot." Preston turned to leave the room with his candy, and in turning gave me a look of such supreme fun and mischief that at another time I could hardly have helped laughing. But Miss Pinshon was asking me if I understood arithmetic? |
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