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American messenger . ried theguide afterward. The Prince sighed. A splendidfarm, and no more. In the grocery store they interruptedthe old Grand Army veteran who wastelling a story to the little chap who satat the counter. How do you make your living whenyou spend so much time with your cus-tomers? the guide asked. Oh, well, maybe I dont make sucha wonderful living, chuckled the gro-cer, rubbing his palms together, but I its not fit for a Prince. Her roof leaksand when theres a shower she fills herrain-barrel in the sitting-room. Hernephew was going to mend the roof,but he had to work early mo
American messenger . ried theguide afterward. The Prince sighed. A splendidfarm, and no more. In the grocery store they interruptedthe old Grand Army veteran who wastelling a story to the little chap who satat the counter. How do you make your living whenyou spend so much time with your cus-tomers? the guide asked. Oh, well, maybe I dont make sucha wonderful living, chuckled the gro-cer, rubbing his palms together, but I its not fit for a Prince. Her roof leaksand when theres a shower she fills herrain-barrel in the sitting-room. Hernephew was going to mend the roof,but he had to work early mornings andthe hammering disturbed the Million-aire. And the house nevers beenpainted, though Joe did get out hisbrushes and pails to do it. You can seeem yet where he left em on the wood-shed. But he had to paint early morn-ings and the light of his lantern shinedin and woke up the Millionaire. So hequit. What does this Grandma do? askedthe Prince. Oh, panted a little girl who hadscrambled up the hill behind them and. A NATURAL BRIDGE. do get a sight of comfort as I go chaps pretty lonesome, he saidas the child left the store. Mother diedlast week. I havent forgot what thatmeans, drawing the back of his handacross his eyes. The Prince nodded, as though he wellunderstood, and his smile was some-thing the faithful old soldier often re-membered. An thats everywheres, said theguide. There? The Prince pointed to anold gray place that looked as though ithad seen all the varieties of weatherfor all the years. No, of course not. pouted the a poor old woman lives hasnt anything to show you. And heard the question, she waves her handand smiles at us when we go to school—Jimmy and 1. And gives us cookies,an tells us bout the log-cabin that usedto be where her house is. Before they had time to knock,Grandma was in the doorway in a cleanapron. Well, well, well; Ive been a-waitinand a-waitin. She opened the doorwide. Come in. And here be some morefolks tha
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