she turned her face from no poor man at the door. All the col-ored people squatted to her in the street, and Minty Weeks, ZipBrinturns wife, Vilette Jackson and Aunty - —, in mob caps,checked aprons, silver-bowed spectacles, and big india-rubber shoes,would wend their noiseless way through the… … OUR MOTHER AUTON. 69 of old flannel, dealt out to them from that inexhaustible store,always on hand, somewhere in the baby-house closet. There were a few occasions when Mother Autons disapprobationwas strangely excited. She called women whowere guilty of anything derogatory to their sex impudent…
Children's stories, American
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