A Sundays.
We've received an interesting letter from a Mrs. Miggins of London.
And how Farmer James would cuss, and call thee a fool, wouldn't he, Joseph, when 'a seed his name looking so inside-out-like? continued Matthew Moon, with feeling. / Ay -- 'a would, said Joseph meekly.
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