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When Bill Hart, who was a good fellow and kept the principal store in Palomitas, got word his aunt in Vermont was coming out to pay him a visit -- it being too late to stop her, and he knowing he'd have to worry the thing through somehow till he could start her back East again -- he was the worst broke-up man you ever seen.
"Great Scott! Joe," Hart said, when he was telling Cherry about it, "Palomitas ain't no sort of a town to bring aunts to -- and it's about the last town I know of where Aunt Maria'll fit in! She's the old-fashioned kind, right up to the limit, Aunt Maria is. Sewing-societies and Sunday-schools is the hands she holds flushes in; and she has the preacher once a week to supper; and when it comes to kindergartens -- Hart was so worked up he talked careless -- she's simply hell! What's a woman like that going to do, I want to know, in a place like this -- that's mainly made up of saloons and dance-halls and faro-banks, and everybody mostly drunk, and shooting-scrapes going on all the time? It just makes me sick to think about it. " And Hart groaned.