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Lucy passed into the wash-house with her pails, and Miss Goldthwaite went into the house without knocking. Miss Hepsy was making buckwheats, and greeted her visitor pleasantly enough. She sat down in the window, turned her eyes on Miss Hepsy's face, and said bluntly, "I'm going to say something which will likely vex you, Miss Hepsy, but I can't help it. I've been wanting to say it this long time."
Just imagine what the woods must be this morning! How can we think of buckwheats?" Sounds and odors betrayed that Mis' Battis and breakfast were in the little room adjoining. "There is a thought of something akin to them, isn't there, under all this splendor? Men must live, and grass and grain must grow." Mr.
Say, Hinkle, there isn't any use of talking I'm on the a la carte to wear brown duds and goggles in a whiz wagon, or marry a duke at least. Still, I somehow hate to break out of the old cage. I've been cashiering so long I feel funny doing anything else. I'll miss joshing the fellows awfully when they line up to pay for the buckwheats and. But I can't let this chance slide.
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