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From: Vivian Gilmore
Subject: [Bug-sweater] turtle
Date: Mon, 28 Aug 2006 00:56:30 -0400

She had insisted on having her dinner first so that she might watchthe others eating theirs. Id like her as a flavouring, not as a dish. Leander didnt tell you before he died that he wanted any specialname, did he, Lorraine? But Klondike Lesley was notoriously hardto please. But Young Grandmother did notcare what they thought any more than Old Grandmother did.
Theywere all Lesleys or married to Lesleys. She looked very young and fragile inher black dress. No use trying to fit this exasperatingrelative with a wife.
She cried upon the slightest provocation. She had been biding her moment, like a watchful cat, to give atimely dig.
Aunt Mary Martha-over-the-bay, the only onewho could have answered, had been dead for ten years. Dont you remember Great-Uncle Marshalls Sylvia wentinsane?
A tiny, shrunken, wrinkled thing with flashingblack eyes.
Aunt Mary Martha-over-the-bay, the only onewho could have answered, had been dead for ten years. She would have done that if she had beendying.
Of course the cats were present at the festivity also.
She had got square with Leah for manicuring her nails. The pig thats bit squeals, retorted Old Grandmother.
Nina supposed there was a joke somewhere but she could never findit. It wasstill keeping excellent time and Old Grandmother got out of bedevery night to wind it.
Nothing more was said about missionaries. Klondike Lesley was known to be a woman-hater.

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