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Show ' -oo HIS INNING. The WaitreBB at the Llttlehat Inn smoothed her apron and turned, giggling, gig-gling, 'to her assistant. , There s a regular old cpuntrvman just come in," slje whispered. "IIo's ordered a chowder first! the waV they a wav8 do. When It comes to 'lesort I m going to have somi&fun You ls;on Tho old counfVviunnl'.wa6 taking h Is last spoonful of chowder from his tilted plate when he became aware mnMnrn iiaaacni n,-iumuJ itaa that the waitress was hovering near him. He looked up, and she spoke in a clear, carrying tone. "We've got four kinds of pie," she said. "Which will you have?" The shrewd old eyes twinkled up into the pretty, Impertinent face. "I'll have a "piece o' the last," said tho old countryman, gravely. : 00 |