INTRODUCTION.
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"I only mean it isn't any matter, Prudy."
"Oh! do you? Then don't you care for my skeeter-bites? You always say, 'Never mind!' I didn't know it wasn't any matter."
"Now, ma," Grace went on, "I want to ask you where are those I-don't-know-what-to-call-'ems? And may I copy them, Cassy and I,- into a book, for a certain afflicted relative?"
"Yes; yes, on gold-edged paper!" cried Prudy, springing up from the sofa; "oh, do, do; I'll love you dearly if you will! Fairy stories are just as nice! What little Harvey Sherwood likes, I like, and I've had the measles; but I shouldn't think his father and mother'd wear their hat and bonnet to the dinner-table!"
"Deary me!" laughed Grace; "how happened that little thing to mistrust what I meant?"
