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The Attaché; or, Sam Slick in England — Complete by Thomas Chandler Haliburton
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feller. For nothin' in natur', unless it be perpetual
motion, can equal a woman's tongue. It's most a pity we
hadn't some of the angeliferous little dears with us too,
for they do make the time pass quick, that's a fact. I
want some on 'em to tie a night-cap for me to-night; I
don't commonly wear one, but I somehow kinder guess, I
intend to have one this time, and no mistake."

"A night-cap, Sam!" said he; "why what on airth do you
mean?"

"Why, I'll tell you, minister," said he, "you recollect
sister Sall, don't you."

"Indeed, I do," said he, "and an excellent girl she is,
a dutiful daughter, and a kind and affectionate sister.
Yes, she is a good girl is Sally, a very good girl indeed;
but what of her?"

"Well, she was a most a beautiful critter, to brew a
glass of whiskey toddy, as I ever see'd in all my travels
was sister Sall, and I used to call that tipple, when I
took it late, a night-cap; apple jack and white nose
ain't the smallest part of a circumstance to it. On such
an occasion as this, minister, when a body is leavin'
the greatest nation atween the poles, to go among benighted,
ignorant, insolent foreigners, you wouldn't object to a
night-cap, now would you?"

"Well, I don't know as I would, Sam," said he; "parting
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