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shed. Enthusiastic inventors yet sucked their fingers in garrets, waiting for the good time coming; and philanthropic statesmen aired their vocabularies in vain, in Congres
hundred miles rose to eighteen cents. Not a lover's sigh for a cent less
, books, bonnets, or what not. It mattered little who did errands, so only they were done. Generally, the one store-keeper bought our bonnets when he went to Boston for his yearly stock of goods, and our one bonnet lasted in those days a year, being retrimmed for winter weather. I remember, too, when
an the mail-bag did to Boston, and conscientiously fin
arned, by being intrusted with commissions; and I flatter myself few persons
that is something like!" said I. "I can see now how pleasantly an artist feels, or would feel, at an order for
se she, too, was gray and brown. I wreathed her with lilies and hyacinths and French green leaves, and she blossomed under it li
boxes in my lap, in case of rain. Rain might not unreasonably be expected in the course of a three days' journey. Think of all the bandboxes that in such a case would be put in at the coach-window by the driver, to be held in the haple
crifice, when my husband said,
r, two bundles, and the res
t begin to show themselves. First and foremost, lock this trunk, and let
back from
ll your clothes
ends to her grandmother; and I must put in these bundles of the Burts's, and Mary Skinner's box of
, that our bandboxes and bundles don't fall
t, nor your cane. I will, on my part, see to these three small bundles, and my parasol. Doubtless we shall go on smoothly as need be, only I am afraid you won't be able to think up m
towa's dreadful day," when the tal
ad been an
only thinking of the Day of Judgment. But I must have dreamed it, or how should I
. The driver coming in again before we had finished, we seduced him without scruple into taking a cup of boiling comfort, while we guiltily collected the waifs and strays of our multifarious luggage. Many a time I have wai