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"'If that's so, Lizzie, it's your fault, I says. "'I don't understand you, says she. "'Why, my dear child, it's this way, I says. 'Your mother an' father have meant well, but they've been foolish. They've educated you for a millionairess, an' all that's lackin' is the millions. You overawed the boys here in Pointview.

He had long been dreamin' of a home in Pointview. "They used to say that Bill was a fool, but he proved an alibi. Went West years ago an' made a fortune, an' thought it would be nice to come back an' finish his life where it began, near the greatest American city.

Girls who didn't know an adjective from an adverb an' would have been stuck by a simple sum in algebra could converse in French an' sing in Italian. Not one in ten was willin', if she knew how, to sweep a floor or cook a square meal. Their souls were above it. Their feet were in Pointview an' their heads in Dreamland. They talked o' the doin's o' the Four Hundred an' the successes o' Lizzie.

The first we knew Sam was buildin' a new house with a tower on it by jingo! an' hardwood finish inside an' half an acre in the dooryard. The tower was for Lizzie. It signalized her rise in the community. It put her one flight above anybody in Pointview. "As the house rose, up went Sam's prices again.

I want you to keep at least ten paces apart, an' please don't fire 'til ye get the signal. I'm goin' to give a prize for the simplest weddin' that ever took place in Pointview, I says. 'It will be five hundred dollars in gold for the bride. Don't miss it. "'The marriage will occur at noon, says Lizzie. 'There'll be nothing but simple morning frocks. The girls can wear calico if they wish.

Why, he's a merchant prince o' Pointview grocery business had a girl name o' Lizzie smart and as purty as a wax doll. Dan Pettigrew, the noblest flower o' the young manhood o' Pointview, fell in love with her. No wonder. We were all fond o' Lizzie. They were a han'some couple, an' together about half the time.

A year after Socrates Potter had told of the descent of Lizzie, and the successful beginning of her new life, I called again at his office. "How is Pointview?" I asked. "Did ye ever learn how it happened to be called Pointview?" he inquired. "No." "Well, it began with a little tavern with a tap-room called the Pointview House, a great many years ago.

He was a bachelor who called now and then at the home of Miss Betsey Smead, a wealthy spinster of Pointview, but nothing had ever come of it. He sat with his feet on his desk and his mind on the subject of extravagance. When he was doing business he sat like other men, but when his thought assumed a degree of elevation his feet rose with it.

"I was in the northern part o' the county one day, an' saw some wonderful, big, red, tasty apples. "'What ye doin' with yer apples? says I to the grower. "'I've sent the most of 'em to Samuel Henshaw, o' Pointview, an' he's sold 'em on commission, says he. "'What do ye get for 'em ? I asked. "'Two dollars an' ten cents a barrel, says he.

"'How much would it cost to unlearn it? I asked. 'That's goin' to cost more than it did to get it, I'm 'fraid. In my opinion the first thing to do with her is to uneducate her. "That was like a red-hot iron to Sam. It kind o' het him up. "'Why, sir, you don't appreciate her, says he. 'That girl is far above us all here in Pointview. She's a queen.