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"SIXPENCE a week," says the girl to her lover, / "Aunt used to bring me, for she could confide / In me alone, she vowed. 'Twas to cover / The cost of her headstone when she died. / And that was a year ago last June; / I've not yet fixed it. But I must soon."
"And where is the money now, my dear? " / "O, snug in my purse. Aunt was _so_ slow / In saving it-eighty weeks, or near. ". / "Let's spend it," he hints. "For she won't know. / There's a dance to-night at the Load of Hay. " / She passively nods. And they go that way.