The Sagebrusher
te of all the make-believe. Then Annie ran to a vase of artificial
er-doctor-merchant-chief-rich man-poor man-beggar man-thief--'" She sto
aid Mary Warren reprovingly. "And of course we oughtn't
ly changing, drew apar
et, you might say-they canned me yesterday! Yes! that's the truth. I wasn't going to tell you-you look
"You'll never have to toss a copper for a husba
what does it get me? Time passes. Where are we pr
got saved up, Mary?"
ghty cents," said Mary, not needing to consu
ings is fifty-eight dollars and seventy-fiv
't feel blue-why, to-morrow we'll b
rd! It ain't so far off, this ad in Hearts Aflame! What you re
yet," said Mary Warren,
s have happened. Y
ren slowly; but her color rising yet more as
'm not sore. You came of a better family, and so it'll
street wraps. Mary Warren sat silent, the dark l
. "I'd be robbing him, even then!" S
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