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funeral three nights running. Do you know what that’s a sign of?”
Pitt never winked an eyelash; he had learned his lesson. With a sigh of relief that his respected stepmother was out of hearing, he responded easily, “I s’pose it’s a sign somebody’s dead or going to die.”
“No, it is n’t: dreams go by contraries. It’s a sign there’s going to be a wedding.”
“I’m glad to know that much, but I wish while you was about it you’d have dreamt a little more, and found out when the wedding was going to be.”
“I did; and if you were n’t the stupidest man alive you could guess.”
“I know I’m slow-witted,” said Pitt meekly, for he was in a mood to endure anything, “but I’ve asked you to have me on every day there is except the one I’m afraid to name.”
“You know I’ve had plenty of offers.”
“Unless all the men-folks are blind, you must have had a thousand, Huldah.”
Huldah was distinctly pleased. As a mat-
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