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Show Naturally It was only a little after the breakfast break-fast hour when a young man rang the bell of his best girl's house, and waited, wait-ed, hat in hand, on the doorstep. If the girl's mother was surprised at this early call, she managed to appear gracious gra-cious about it. "Good morning," chirped the youth. "Can I see Pansy? She was blooming at the ball last night." "I'm afraid you can't see her," responded re-sponded the mother, not unkindly. "Pansy was a trifle wilted this morning." |