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Yisss, misss. And a hup and a down? Yisss, misss." "And quite half the gores won't fit in anywhere," I desperately interposed. Miss Lining took another taste of the brass thimble, and then said: "In course, misss, with a patterned thing there's as many gores to throw hout as to huse. Yisss, misss." "Are there?" said I. "But what a waste!"
However, when it got abroad that Misss Cooper had actually lost the first set, people came hurrying round the court in great consternation lest Miss Cooper, whom they all knew so well, should go down to a play who was quite unknown; I had been in the second class only the year before. Miss Cooper eventually secured the match, 3/6, 9/7, 9/7. I met Mrs.
"You understand?" said he briefly, setting down the cat. "Quite," said I. "Our mistake was beginning with the bodies. But we can get some more stuff." "An odd bit always comes in," said Miss Lining, speaking, I fear, from an experience of bits saved from the dresses of village patrons. "Yisss, misss."
Jack confidentially inquired, taking his hat off, and accepting a well-dusted chair. There was now nothing for it but to explain my difficulties, which I did, Miss Lining saying, "Yisss, misss," at every two or three words. When I had said my say, she sucked the top of her brass thimble thoughtfully for some moments, and then spoke as an oracle. "There's a hinside and a hout to the stuff?
"Ho no, misss! you cuts the body out of the gores you throws hout, misss " "Well, if you get the body out of them, there must be a waist!" Jack broke in, as he sat fondling Miss Lining's tom-cat. "Ho no, sir!" said Miss Lining, who couldn't have seen a joke to save her dignity. "They cuts to good add-vantage, sir." The mystery was now clear to me, and Jack saw this by my face.
"So I've 'eerd yisss, sir," said Miss Lining; "and there's something of the same in them pills that's spoke so well of in your magazine, sir, I think. I sent by the carrier for a box, sir, on Saturday last, and would have done sooner, but for waiting for Mrs. Barker to pay for the pelerine I made out of her uncle's funeral scarf. Yisss, misss."
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