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When Mrs. Church was comfortably established in the easy-chair in the little parlor, with her feet on the fender, and a nice view of the street from the window near by -- when her best widow's-cap was perched upon her head, and her little black mitts were drawn over her delicate, small hands -- she looked around her and gave a brief sigh of satisfaction.
"Upon my word," she said, "I'm not at all sorry I came. There's nothing like seeing things for yourself. Most elegant damask on the table. Mary Hopkins, where did you get that damask?"