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Gala-days by Gail Hamilton
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but I do think there ought to be a clause in the Constitution
providing that servants shall not be dressed and educated and
accomplished up to the point of making people uncomfortable."

"No," said Halicarnassus, sleepily; "perhaps it wasn't a
servant."

"Well," I said, having looked at it in that light silently for
half an hour, and coming to the surface in another place, "if
I could dress and carry myself like that, I would not keep
tavern."

"Oh! eh?" yawning; "who does?"

"Mrs. Astor. Of course nobody less rich than Mrs. Astor could
go up-stairs and down-stairs and in my lady's chamber in Shiraz
silk and gold of Ophir. Why, Cleopatra was nothing to her.
I make no doubt she uses gold-dust for sugar in her coffee
every morning; and as for the three miserable little wherries
that Isabella furnished Columbus, and historians have towed
through their tomes ever since, if you know of anybody that
has a continent he wishes to discover, send him to this
housekeeper, and she can fit out a fleet of transports and
Monitors for convoy with one of her bracelets."

"I don't," said Halicarnassus, rubbing his eyes.

"I only wish," I added, "that she would turn Rebel so that
government might confiscate her. Paper currency would go up
at once from the sudden influx of gold, and the credit of the
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