"
"The idea, Miss Ferney! Don't you sell them in the city all the time?"
"Yes, under labels. City people lay stress on labels. When I was a
child, I wasn't allowed to eat things that was labeled. I hear he's
going?"
"Who?"
"Your Doctor. Don't see how you've ever stood him so long."
"Oh! you don't know Doctor Queerington! It's been a great privilege to
have him here, He is a very distinguished man, Miss Ferney, and so
kind and good!"
"Good or bad, they are all the same to me. Just as soon have a fly
under my mosquito bar as a man buzzing around in my house. When's he
going?"
"To-morrow. Will that be too soon for you to come over?"
"No, I'm ready to come. Sis 'Lizzie will be sure to try some of those
new-fangled receipts and spoil a bushel or two of cucumbers, but I
said I'd come and I will. What is this Jimpson is telling me about
your taking the examinations for the county school?"
Miss Lady sighed: "I may have to teach; I don't know."
"Sell off some more land. You don't need a hundred acres."
"We've sold too much already! It will be the house next. I am
determined to hold on to Thornwood if the roof tumbles in on my head!"
"I know how you feel," said Miss Ferney whose sentiments ran to real
estate.
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