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"Maht you were

too good a Christian to break the commandments in that way You

shouldn't take the Lord's naar-pie! how you talk! Ef I don't call 'pon Him in time

of trouble, who can I ask to help ht of any more formidable cause of outcry than a cramp

in the much-quoted spine, Mabel dreaht of the once-fa a

wood-fire, until the yellow serpents of flah the interstices of the lower logs, and the larger and upper

began to sing the low, drowsy tune, estive of home-cheer

and fireside comfort than the shrill, monotonous chirp of the famous

cricket on the hearth The pipe-clayed bricks on which the andirons

rested were next swept clean; the hearth-brush hung up on its nail,

and the architect of the edifice stepped back with a satisfied nod

"I have often wished for a glimpse of one of your beautiful fires,

Mammy, since I have been in Albany," said Mabel, kindly "Our rooms

and halls are all heated by furnaces An open fireplace would be a

novelty to Northerners, and such a roaring, blazing pile of hard

wood as that, be considered at unpardonable extravagance"