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Mrs. Wiggs of the cabbage patch

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Ways and Meansto hear <strong>of</strong> <strong>the</strong>ir old home in <strong>the</strong> valley.His dim recollection <strong>of</strong> it all formed hisone conception <strong>of</strong> heaven.* ^Yes, ma ; mebbe it will make me fergit<strong>the</strong> wheels, ' ' he said.**Well,'' she began, putting her headbeside his on <strong>the</strong> pillow, so he could notwatch her face, ^'it was all jes' like abig front yard without no fences,an'<strong>the</strong> flowers did n't belong to folks like<strong>the</strong>y do over on <strong>the</strong> avenue, where youdassent pick a one; but <strong>the</strong>y was God's,an' you was welcome to all you couldpull. An' <strong>the</strong>re was trees, Jim, whereyou could climb up an' git big redapples, an' when <strong>the</strong> frost 'ud come<strong>the</strong>y 'd be persimmons that 'ud jes'melt in yer mouth.An' you could look'way <strong>of</strong>f 'crost <strong>the</strong> meaders, an' see <strong>the</strong>trees a-wavin' in <strong>the</strong> sunshine, an' upover yer head <strong>the</strong> birds 'ud be singin'like <strong>the</strong>y was never goin' to stop.29An'

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