The Atlantic Monthly, Volume 07, No. 40, February, 1861 by Various
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page 47 of 282 (16%)
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hev nothin' ter say ter the old way uv knittin' socks."
"Does this look like it, Aunt Mimy?" says I, shaking my needles by way of answer. "I'm going to finish this pair to-night." "Oh," says she, "you be, be you? Wal, ef I don't e'en a'most vum it's the same one! ef ye ha'n't been nigh abeout a hull year a-knittin' one pair uv socks!" "How do you know they're the same pair?" asked I. "By a mark I see you sot in 'em ter the top, ef ye want ter know, afore I thought it would be hangin' by the eyelids the rest uv yer days. Wal, I never 'xpected ye'd be much help ter yer mother; ye're tew fond uv hikin' reound the village." "Indeed, Miss Mimy," said Lurindy, kind of indignant, "she's always been the greatest help to mother." "I don't know how I should have made both ends meet this year, if it hadn't been for her wages," said mother. Stephen was whittling Miss Mimy's portrait on the end of a stick, and laughing. I was provoked with mother and Lurindy for answering the thing, and was just going to speak up, when I caught Stephen's eye, and thought better of it. Pretty soon Aunt Mimy produced a bundle of herbs from her pocket, and laid them on the table. "Oh, thank you, Aunt Jemimy," says mother. "Pennyroyal and catnip's always acceptable." |
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