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"Theron! Come out here! This is the funniest thing we have heard yet!"
Mrs. Ware stood on the platform of her new kitchen stoop. The bright flood of May-morning sunshine completely enveloped her girlish form, clad in a simple, fresh-starched calico gown, and shone in golden patches upon her light-brown hair. She had a smile on her face, as she looked down at the milk boy standing on the bottom step -- a smile of a doubtful sort, stormily mirthful.