Unformatted text preview: say it makes me dreadful uneasy.’ ‘Uneasy!’ she says; ‘I’m ready to go distracted! He MUST a come; and you’ve missed him along the road. I KNOW it’s so — something tells me so.’ ‘Why, Sally, I COULDN’T miss him along the road — YOU know that.’ ‘But oh, dear, dear, what WILL Sis say! He must a come! You must a missed him. He —‘ ‘Oh, don’t distress me any more’n I’m already dis- tressed. I don’t know what in the world to make of it. I’m at my wit’s end, and I don’t mind acknowledging ‘t I’m...
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- Summer '13
- English, Miss, Mrs., old gentleman, Mrs. Phelps