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Showers, exclaims Mr. Brotherton,
gpt
Showers--kitchen showers and linen showers, and silver showers for little Anne--little Anne with the wide, serious eyes, 'the home of silent prayer';--well, say, do you know who said that? It was Tennyson. Nice, tasty piece of goods--that man Tennyson. I've handled him in padded leather covers; fancy gilt cloth, plain boards, deckle-edges, wide margins, hand-made paper, and in thirty-nine cent paper--and he is a neat, nifty piece of goods in all of them--always easy to move and no come backs. After this pean to the poet, Mr. Brotherton turned again to his meditations,
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Little Anne--Why, it's just last week or such a matter I wrapped up Mother Goose for her--just the other day she came in when they sent her off to school, and I gave her a diary--and now it's showers-- He shook his great head,
gpt
Well, say--I'm getting on.