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Edgar Guest - Found OutEdgar Guest - Found Out
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“NEVER again," said Mrs. Green, as she swayed in her rocking chair, "Never again will I think one house big enough for two to share; Never again will I go away with another family, I`ve had a month of that game this year, and once is enough for me. "I fried the fish and I stood all day in a kitchen stifling hot, While Mrs. Burroughs, arrayed in pink, sat out in a shady spot; And we were to share in the work, you know, but little the work she did; Whenever there was any work to do she hurried away and hid. "Her children impudent little brats were always abusing mine, They were always yelling for something, too! In a week I was sick of their whine; Oh, she`s all very nice in town, I know, when her hair has the proper friz, But you`ve only to live with that woman a week to know what she really is."
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