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Show Regular Nightmare. "Well, Bobby," said young Lightwit, as the small brother of the only girl entered the grocery, "how are all the folks and what can I do for you this morning?" "Oh, the folks ain't got no kick com- in' 'cept Mame. I heard her tellin' maw she dream'd about you again last night." "And what did your ma say?" inquired in-quired Lightwit, bending over the counter eagerly. "Maw told. her she'd have to cut out mince pie and pickles before she went to bed after this and I want a nickel's nick-el's worth of crackers and two cents worth of milk," rejoined the youngster. |