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Miss Muffet since she could remember. The servants spoke of her respectfully as Miss Muffet. Mrs. Muffet would say, at times,
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By the way, Nurse, how is Miss Muffet getting along? And Mr. Muffet, when he met his little daughter by chance on the walk or in the hallway, would stop and look at her gravely and say,
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So this is Miss Muffet. Well, how are you feeling, little one?