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"That cuts you out, Wiggins," the Squire said playfully

"No, I don't care about standing father to Seth's bitters," "Doc"

Wiggins reht"

"Oh, Seth ain't pertickler about the temperature, when he takes a dose

of bitters Hot or cold, it's all the same to him," finished Marthy

Seth took the opportunity to whisper to her: "You're going to sit next

to ht, ain't you, Marthy?"

"Indeed I ain't," said the spinster, scornfully tossing her head, "my

place will have to be filled by the bitters-bottle; I ains' party left in high good hu to follow iet Mrs

Bartlett's bonnet and cloak, and Marthy, with a great air of irl, turned to the

Squire and his ith: "I've co about Anna?" said the Squire indignantly

"Oh, no, not about our Anna," protested Mrs Bartlett: "Why, she is the

best kind of a girl; we are all devoted to her"

"That's just the saddest part of it, I says to myself when I heard