on marrying, a man and woman start actually living. It’s miraculous, Paul, that’s just what it is.”
And so it was; pairs and groups shaking hands and laughing, until finally a big buxom woman sang out:—
“Whoops!! It was a wow of a grub-lay-out! It was thot! But this dom thing I calls hoosband. Say! You grub-stuffin’ varmint! Phwat’s that in your hat? A droom-stick, is it? Do you want His Honor to think I don’t cook nuthin’ for you? Goodnight, all! I’m thot full I’m almost a-bustin’!”
As Lady Standish shook hands, that worthy woman said:—
“John, what you did for Branton Hills should go into our National Library at Washington, in plain sight.”
“Sally, Youth’s part was paramount in all that work. All I did was to boss;” and Old Doc Wilkins, coming out, nibbling a bunch of raisins, said:—
“Uh-huh; but a boss must know his job!”
“That’s all right,” said Gadsby; “but it was young hands and young minds that did my work! Don’t disqualify Youth for it will fool you, if you do!”
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