THE MAIDEH AND THE MIRE.
‘ Dear me, how dreadful 1’ The street crossing lay thick with mud. ‘My new silk stockings, too, and ■ ’ A sigh escaped her. • Not a horrid man in siyht!’ Stifling a sob she seized her skirts and tripped over.
Commercial Traveller (to the Boots of the hotel): * Call me at six in the morning.’ Boots : ‘Yes, sir ; but is not that very early for yon to rise, sir.’ Commercial Traveller : ‘ I don’t want to rise ; I only want the pleasure of rolling over and going to sleep again.’
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New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIV, Issue XXII, 1 June 1895, Page 528
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92THE MAIDEH AND THE MIRE. New Zealand Graphic, Volume XIV, Issue XXII, 1 June 1895, Page 528
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