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THEIR GREAT GRIEF.

‘ James, dear,’ said the young wife anxiously, as she kissed her husband, ‘ what did you do with that dress suit of yours I did up in paper this morning and left on the hall table ?’ ‘Was that my dress suit?’ he hysterically repeated. ‘ Why, I thought that was a bundle of old clothes you wanted me to give away, and I had my office boy take it around to the missionary society.’ With a piercing shriek she prostrated herself on the sofa. * You little knew,’ she sobbed piteously, as she rocked to and fro in uncontrollable grief, ‘ that there was a piece of silk in that package that I wanted you to match for me.’

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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIII, Issue XVIII, 3 November 1894, Page 432

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THEIR GREAT GRIEF. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIII, Issue XVIII, 3 November 1894, Page 432

THEIR GREAT GRIEF. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIII, Issue XVIII, 3 November 1894, Page 432