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•'Oh,  no;  nobody  ever  saw  one  except  Mr.  Cook  and  Mr,  Emer­
                           son;  but they  arc  something  like  an  oyster  with  a  reticule  hung  on
                           its  bolt.   I  think they  are just,  heavenly,”
                              “ Do you  learn  anything  cl.se  besides?”
                              u Oh, yes.   We  learn  about  common  philosophy  and  logic,  and
                           those  common  tilings  like  metaphysics;  but the girls  don’t  care  any­
                           thing  about those.  We  arc  just in  ecstacies  over  differentiations  and
                           molecules,  and  Mr.  Cook  and  protoplasms,  and  ascidians  and  Mr.
                           Emerson,  and  I  really  don’t  see  why  they  put  in  those  vulgar
                           branches.    Tf  anybody,  beside  Mr.  Cook  and  Mr. Emerson,  had  done
                           it,  we  should  have  to id  him  to  his  face  that  he  was  too  terribly,
                           awfully  mean,”
                              And  the  Brooklyn  girl  went  to  bed  that  night  in  the  dumps,
                           because  fortune  had  not  vouchsafed  her  the  advantages  enjoyed  by

                           her friend*


                                            “ WASH  DOLLY  UP  LIKE  THAT.”
                                                         [Cliild dialect*]

                                              T  ’L L  be  the  goodcst little  girl
                                              |       That ever  you  did  see,
                                                   If you’ll  let  me  take my dolly
                                             To  church  with you  and  me,
                                           It’s too  drefful  bad  to leave  her
                                             When  wc's  all  gone away ;
                                           O h!  Cosette will  be so  lonesome
                                             To stay at  home all  day.”


                                           ' Twas such  a pleading pair  of  eyes
                                              And winsome little face
                                           That mamma  couldn’t  well  refuse,
                                              Though  church  was  not the  place
                                           For  dolls  or  playthings  she  well knew,
                                              Still  mamma’s  little  maid
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