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Show The Place. (March Smart Set.) "You can't very well miss it." said neck-whiskered- and - pessimistically - inclined in-clined Farmer Bentover, in reDly to the inquiry of the stranger. "Just keep on along down the road, till you come to a white house on the right-hand side, with green blinds, where there's a commanding sized woman inside, shaped considerably like a clothes-horse, trimming a hat, or sewing a rag mat, or something of the sort, and at the same time putting up preserves, rocking the cradle, believing in predestination and a literal hell, picking pick-ing flaws in the entire neighborhood, watching to see everybody that passes by, wondering to gracious where they are going, and what for, and giving large, angular pieces of her mind to a small, frightened-looking husband. Who appears ap-pears to be on the point, most of the time, of trying to crawl inside of himself, as a kangaroo is said to hide in its own watch-pocket in time of danger. Yes, that's where my cousin, Canute j. Pen-nypascker, Pen-nypascker, lives." , |