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Show Had Nothing to Sell Her. In a certain English provincial town .here lives an old maid who has the reputation of being about the fastest fast-est talker on record, added to which her tongue has more than the average amount of venom. One day recently, however, she met her match. A peddler ped-dler called on the lady, and had the impudence to ring the front-doorbell. A moment later the door was opened, and when the lad. saw who it was she at once gave him a piece of her mind, finally concluding with "And now then you can be off. There's nothing you can sell me that will be of any use to me!" The peddler, who was evidently no novice at getting his own back, turned on his heel, sweetly saying as did so: "No, mum, seeing as ow Im only sellin' mouse-traps an' not muzzles, I don't see as 'ow there is!" |