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fallen

down, and

to catch a

glimpse of

the

paternal

minister

marching

upstairs

with a

grave

countenance

and a wine

bottle

under each

arm. “Upon

my word,

here’s a

state of

things!”

cried the

old lady,

taking the

seat of

honor

prepared

for her,

and

settling

the folds

of her

lavender

moire with

a great

rustle.

“You

oughtn’t

to be seen

till the

last

minute,

child.”

“I’m not a

show,

aunty, and

no one is

coming to

stare at

me, to

criticize