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Show Theory and Condition. blossoming forth from poverty to riches, Mr. Smith bought a motor car. It wasn't much of a car, but he talked about It a lot. He always called It "my automobile." He tried many experiments with It, and was often seen reclining underneath It. This happened so frequently that Smith and his automobile became the Joke of the neighborhood. One day Smith was mowing his lawn when something went wrong with the mower. lie sat down beside it to have a look at the mnchlnery. A wag, chancing to puss that way, paused. "Good morning, Smith," he said ; "Is that your automobile again?" "No," growled Smith. "It's my oughtermograss but It won't!" |