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do, for a fact, Aunt Mary. Next week, Bob is going to be away more than usual, and I'm dreading it awfully; but never mind, Aunt Mary, I don't want to make you blue, because honestly I don't think I'm going into a decline, even if the doctor does. And, after all, if I did sort of dwindle away it wouldn't matter much, for I'm not worth anything, and no one knows that as well as myself--except you, Aunt Mary. I must stop because it's nine o'clock and time I was in bed. I've got some socks to wash out first, too; you see, I'm learning how to economize just as fast as I can. It's only two miles to my work, and I'm going to walk back and forth always--that'll be between fifty cents and a dollar saved each week. I'm figuring on how to live on my salary and never have a debt, and you'll be proud of me yet, Aunt Mary--if I don't die first. Think of me all alone here next week. If I wasn't steadfast as a rock I believe I'd do something foolish just to get out of myself. But never mind, Aunt Mary, it's all right. Your afft. nephew, John Watkins, Jr., Denham. When Lucinda returned from drying her feet, Aunt Mary had her handkerchief in one hand and spectacles in the other. "Saints and sinners!" cried the maid, in a voice that grated with sympathy. "He ain't writ to say he's dead, is he?" "No," said Aunt Mary; "but he isn't as well as he makes out. There's no deceivin' me, Lucinda!" "Dear! dear!" cried the Trusty and True; "is that so? What's to be done? Do you want Joshua to run anywhere?" Aunt Mary suddenly regained her composure. "Run anywhere?" she asked, with her usual bitter intonation. "If you ain't the greatest fool I ever was called upon to bed and board, Lucinda! Will you kindly explain to me how settin' Joshua trottin' is goin' to do any mortal good to my poor boy away off there in that dreadful city?" "He could telegraph to Miss Arethusa," Lucinda suggested. The suggestion bespoke the superior moral quality of Lucinda's make-up--her own feeling toward Arethusa being considered. "I don't want her," said Aunt Mary with a positiveness that was final. "I don't want her. My heavens, Lucinda, ain't we just had enough of her? Anyhow, if you ain't, I have. I don't want her, nor no livin' soul except my trunk; an' I want that just as quick
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