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"And I'm sure, my dear," said Mrs. Pounce, the tears welling in her eyes as she gazed lovingly at her eldest daughter, "tis the golden girl you've been to us!"
"Ah, you wait, mother! " cried Pamela. "Just you wait! If I don't finish paying off that there mortgage with the new spring fashions, call me Tabbishaw, that's all I say."