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Rh “No, Daddy! It was a mighty long month or two ago; and it’s not pig-tails and gingham, now, but a husband and a baby.”

“All right, kid; but as you grow old, you’ll find that, in glancing backwards, months look mighty short; and small tots grow up, almost in a night. A month from now looks awfully far off; but last month? Pff! That was only last night!”

Thus did Nancy and His Honor talk, until a vigorous honking at his curb told of Frank, “looking for a cook,” for it was six o’clock.