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`` Ai n't it just grand ? '' inquired Mrs. Slawson . `` They told me yesterday , ` all things bein ' equal , ' they 'd maybe leave us back soon , but I did n't put no stock in it , knowin ' they never _ is _ equal . So I just held me tongue an ' waited , an ' this mornin ' , like a bolster outer a blue sky , come the word that at noon we could go . Believe _ me _ , I did n't wait for no old shoes or rice to be threw after me . I got into their old amberlance-carriage , as happy as a blushin ' bride bein ' led to the halter , an ' Francie an ' me come away reji ` cin ' . Say , but what ails _ you ?