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Mrs. Wiggs of the Cabbage Patch by Alice Caldwell Hegan Rice
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again called upon to provide as many as possible.

The Wiggses were quite busy until seven o'clock, when they stopped
to make their toilets.

"Where's Europena?" asked Asia.

Nobody had seen her for some time. Search was made, and she was
discovered standing on a chair in a corner of the parlor, calmly
eating the cinnamon drops off the birthday cake. Fingers and mouth
were crimson, and the first stroke of the "W" was missing. Billy was
so indignant that he insisted on immediate punishment.

"No, I ain't a-goin' to whip her on my birthday, Billy. She's
sorry; she says she is. Besides, the cake ain't spoiled; it's jes'
a 'N' now, 'stid of a 'W,' an' N stands fer Nancy jes' as good as W
stands fer Wiggs!"

The first guest to arrive was Mr. Krasmier; he had paid ten cents
toward the refreshments, and proposed to get his money's worth. Mrs.
Eichorn came early, too, but for a different reason; she was very
stout, and her happiness for the evening depended largely upon the
size of the chair she secured.

Half the spectators had arrived before the hostess appeared. Her
delay was caused by the loss of her false curls, which she had not
worn since the memorable night at the Opera House. They were very
black and very frizzled, and had been bought at a reduced price from
a traveling salesman some ten years before. Mrs. Wiggs considered
them absolutely necessary to her toilet on state occasions. Hence
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