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The Worsted Man Oh, fancy free, What boots a fancy flitting When all thy dreams Awake to empty knitting? ALL Ah, miserie! Marianna. Heigho! What a cruel fate indeed is ours! Wealth, beauty, talent everything to make us attrac tive, and immured here in this nunnery of the hills! Our watchword, Nit," with or without the K. Babette. As if we had committed some awful crime that shuts us out of men s society forever! Susanna. If we only had one man, it would be something. Marianna. We could have him one day a week apiece, at least. Priscilla. Isn t it surprising that our philanthropic millionaires do not take 7
