The Albany Depot : a Farce by William Dean Howells
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Auburndale, Riverside, Pine Grove, and Newton Lower Falls. Express to
Auburndale, Track No. 7." Mrs. McIlheny: "There's our train. Mike! Come!" McIlheny: "So 'tis, Mary! Well, I'm hawpy to make yer acquaintance, gentlemen; and if ye're ever in the City Hahl when the Council is sittun', and ye'll send in yer names to Mike McIlheny, I'll be pl'ased to show ye ahl the attintion in me power. Ye must excuse me _now_; we're jist runnun' out to the Fahls to pass Sunday at a cousin's of Mrs. McIlheny's." He snakes hands with Roberts and Campbell, and runs out, followed by his wife. IV _ROBERTS AND CAMPBELL_ Campbell: "Distinguished public character. Well, we're out of that, Roberts. I had to crowd the truth a little for you, but I fetched the belligerent McIlheny. What are you going in for next?" Roberts: "I--upon my word, I haven't the least idea. I think I shall give up trying to identify the cook. Agnes must do it herself when she comes here." Campbell: "Oh no! _That_ won't do, old fellow. The cook may come here |
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