Chapter 11 - (VERSO)
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unconsciousness of doing anything out of the way. He never noticed Aunt Olivia’s fluttering nervousness at all. Peggy and I laughed more than was good for us those days. It was so funny to see Aunt Olivia hovering anxiously around, picking up flower stems, and smoothing out tidies, and generally following him about to straighten out things. Once she even got a wing and dust-pan and swept the cigar ashes under his very eyes.
“Don’t be worrying yourself over that, Nillie,” he protested. “Why, I don’t mind a litter, bless you(begin strikethrough)!”(end strikethrough)!”
How good and jolly he was, that Mr. Malcolm MacPherson! Such songs as he sang, such stories as he
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From "Aunt Olivia's Beau."
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"got a wing and a dust-pan": A whole, preserved bird's wing made for a convenient dusting tool to sweep crumbs off a table; they were often made from goose or turkey wings as they were readily available.