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Yonge, Charlotte Mary, 1823-1901

"The Three Brides"


Meantime Rosamond, carrying some medicament to old Betty Reynolds,
found the whole clan in excitement at the appearance of Joe in all
his buttons, looking quite as honest and innocent, though a good
deal more civilized, than when he was first discovered among the
swine.
"Only to think," said his great-grandmother, "that up in London all
they could gie to he was a bad penny."
"It is the bronze medal, my lady," said Joshua, with a blush; "the
second prize for crayons in our section."
"Indeed," cried Rosamond. "You are a genius, Joe, worthy of your
namesake. There are many that would be proud to have the grandson
you have, Betty."
"Tubby sure," added an aunt-in-law, "'tis cheap come by. Such
things to make a young lad draught. They ought to be ashamed of
themselves, they did oughter. Shut it up, Josh; don't be showing it
to the lady--'tis nothing but the bare back of a sweep."
"My lady and Miss Vivian have seen it," said Joshua, blushing.
"'Tis torso, my lady, from a cast from the museum."
"A black-looking draught," repeated the grandmother.


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