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Happy Lot, that dancin', laughin' tormentin', little critter, a monument of wrath, beats all to immortal smash." "Why who are you a-talkin' of, Sam?" "Why, Mrs. Happy Lot, the wife of the Honourable Cranbery Lot, of Umbagog, to be sure. Who did you think I was a-talkin' of?"
"If ever you see her, and she begins that way, up hat and cut stick, double quick, or you'll find the road over the Alps to Umbagog, a little the longest you've ever travelled, I know. "Well, she had no sooner done than Cranbery jumps up on eend, and sais he to the guide, 'Uncle, sais he, 'jist come along with me, that's a good feller, will you?
Happy Lot, that dancin', laughin' tormentin', little critter, a monument of wrath, beats all to immortal smash." "Why who are you a-talkin' of, Sam?" "Why, Mrs. Happy Lot, the wife of the Honourable Cranbery Lot, of Umbagog, to be sure. Who did you think I was a-talkin' of?"
As soon as they were fairly welded, off they sot to take the tour of Europe, and they larfed and cried, and kissed and quarrelled, and fit and made up all over the Continent, for her temper was as onsartain as the climate here rain one minit and sun the next; but more rain nor sun. "He was a fool, was Cranbery. He didn't know how to manage her. His bridle hand warn't good, I tell you.
As soon as they were fairly welded, off they sot to take the tour of Europe, and they larfed and cried, and kissed and quarrelled, and fit and made up all over the Continent, for her temper was as onsartain as the climate here rain one minit and sun the next; but more rain nor sun. "He was a fool, was Cranbery. He didn't know how to manage her. His bridle hand warn't good, I tell you.
If old Cran, was to slip off the handle, I think I should make up to her, for she is 'a salt, that's a fact, a most a heavenly splice. "Well, the Honourable Cranbery Lot put in for her, won her, and married her. A good speculation it turned out too, for he got the matter of one hundred thousand of dollars by her, if he got a cent.
If old Cran, was to slip off the handle, I think I should make up to her, for she is 'a salt, that's a fact, a most a heavenly splice. "Well, the Honourable Cranbery Lot put in for her, won her, and married her. A good speculation it turned out too, for he got the matter of one hundred thousand of dollars by her, if he got a cent.
"If ever you see her, and she begins that way, up hat and cut stick, double quick, or you'll find the road over the Alps to Umbagog, a little the longest you've ever travelled, I know. "Well, she had no sooner done than Cranbery jumps up on eend, and sais he to the guide, 'Uncle, sais he, 'jist come along with me, that's a good feller, will you?
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