"O Auntie Prim, _may_ I have a party? I'll give you a _thou_-sand kisses if you'll lemme have a party!" Auntie Prim looked as if one kiss would be more than she could bear. She was standing by the pantry window that opened upon the garden, rolling out pie-crust, and didn't like to be disturbed. She was a very good woman, but she _never_ liked to be disturbed.…
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