Pomona Takes a Bridal Trip
supper we sat before the fire-place, where we made-believe the flames was a-roarin' an' cracklin' an' a-lightin' up the bright places on the armour a-hangin' aroun', while the storm—which we made-believe—was a-ragin' an' whirlin' outside. I told him a long story about a lord an' a lady, which was too or three stories I had read run together, an' we had a splendid time. It all seemed real to me."
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