Out upon the sidewalk this morning, I observed a carriage drawn up before a stately mansion, a portly gentleman alight, and, turning, take from the carriage the ominous hand trunk. Ah! thought I, somebody has got to take it, and what will the portion be ? Just then a sweet, tiny face appeared in the vestibule, red nose, suffused eyes and tired look told the story, when she looked quaintly up and said, "I've got cold, doctor.
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