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And, Emma, gasped Martha, when Emma came over for her daily visit,
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Here the handsome Miss Morton turned pale with the gravity of the news.
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She told the girls to-day, this very afternoon, that she was going to take the three o'clock morning train right after the party for New York to do her fall buying. Fall buying, indeed! Fall buying, the handsome Miss Morton's voice thickened and she cried,
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And, Martha, what do you think those Copini children say? They say father's got their father's orchestra to practice all the old sentimental music you ever heard of--'Silver Threads Among the Gold,' and 'Do You Love Me, Molly Darling,' and 'Lorena,' and 'Robin Adair,'--and oh, cried Mrs. Brotherton, shaking a hopeless head,
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I don't know what other silly things.
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And yes, girls, exclaimed the youngest Miss Morton flippantly,
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The idea!
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Why, the very idea!
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The idea! echoed the youngest Miss Morton, putting away her music roll, and adding in gasping excitement:
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And that isn't the worst. He sent word for her to sing it just after the band had finished playing the wedding march!