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 "Minervy at the Well—that 's me," came the throaty rumble. She deftly caromed each emptied can off a drenched head, then marched to where Phenie Logan was rolling in agony of silent mirth behind the cigar counter.

"Get on your bonnet, Phenie girl," she commanded, "and come down to the Boston Store to help me pick out some crêpe-desheeny nightgowns for myself an' my girl Tweenie."