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Her two boarders, Lydia Orr and the minister, were sitting on the
piazza, engaged in what appeared to be a most interesting
conversation, when Mrs. Black unlatched the front gate and emerged
upon the street, her second-best hat carefully disposed upon her
water-waves.
"I won't be gone a minute," she paused to assure them; "I just got to
step down to the grocery."
A sudden hush fell upon a loud and excited conversation when Mrs.
Solomon Black, very erect as to her spinal column and noticeably
composed and dignified in her manner, entered Henry Daggett's store.
She walked straight past the group of men who stood about the door to
the counter, where Mr. Daggett was wrapping in brown paper two large
dill pickles dripping sourness for a small girl with straw-colored
pig-tails.
Mr. Daggett beamed cordially upon Mrs. Black, as he dropped two
copper pennies in his cash-drawer.
"Good evening, ma'am," said he. "What can I do for you?"
"A ten-cent can of baking-powder, if you please," replied the lady
primly.
"Must take a lot of victuals to feed them two boarders o' yourn,"
hazarded Mr. Daggett, still cordially, and with a dash of
confidential sympathy in his voice.
Mr. Daggett had, by virtue of long association with his wife,
acquired something of her spontaneous warm-heartedness. He had found
it useful in his business.
"Oh, they ain't neither of 'em so hearty," said Mrs. Black, searching
in her pocket-book with the air of one who is in haste.
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