So it happened that, as tradesmen were slow to trust, they had been
obliged to part with a sofa to defray the expenses of the month of
December. This article was selected because it was best convertible
into cash,--being wanted by a neighbor,--besides being about the
only article of luxury, if it could be called such, in possession of
the family. As such it had been hardly used, being reserved for
state occasions; yet hardly had it left (sic) the the house, when
Aunt Rachel began to show signs of extreme lowness of spirits, and
bewailed its loss as a privation of a personal comfort.
"Life's full of disappointments," she groaned. "Our paths is
continually beset by 'em. There's that sofa! It's so pleasant to
have one in the house when a body's sick. But there, it's gone, and
if I happen to get down, as most likely I shall, for I've got a bad
feeling in my stummick this very minute, I shall have to go
up-stairs, and most likely catch my death of cold, and that will be
the end of me."
"Not so bad as that, I hope," said Mrs. Crump, cheerfully. "You
know, when you was sick last, you didn't want to use the sofa--you
said it didn't lay comfortable. Besides, I hope, before you are sick
again we may be able to buy it back again."
Aunt Rachel shook her head despondingly.
"There ain't any use in hoping that," said she.
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