That small public of my very own--the two who have listened to me unweariedly--criticised gently, and encouraged heartily--to that patient pair--my Mother and my Husband, I dedicate these little stories. It had been a hot day, and the minister had brought us, my mother and myself, from the city to his country home, in a mysterious, antediluvian species of buggy. Of all the race of men it is the country minister alone who can discover this particular breed of buggy. They are always gifted with strange powers of endurance; never being purchased until they have seemingly reached the point of dissolution, they will thereafter, for years and years, shake and totter, and rattle and rock, carrying…
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