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Harte, Bret, 1836-1902

"A Phyllis of the Sierras"

"I can't understand why your doctor
allowed you to run down so dreadfully."
"I reckon you ain't as keerful of yourself, you Britishers, ez us," said
Minty. "Lordy! Why there's Pop invests in more patent medicines in one
day than you have in two weeks, and he'd make two of you. Mebbe your
folks don't look after you enough."
"I'm a splendid advertisement of what YOUR care and your medicines have
done," said Mainwaring, gratefully, to Mrs. Bradley; "and if you ever
want to set up a 'Cure' here, I'm ready with a ten-page testimonial."
"Have a care, Mainwaring," said Bradley, laughing, "that the ladies
don't take you at your word. Louise and Jenny have been doing their
best for the last year to get me to accept a flattering offer from
a Sacramento firm to put up a hotel for tourists on the site of The
Lookout. Why, I believe that they have already secretly in their
hearts concocted a flaming prospectus of 'Unrivalled Scenery' and
'Health-giving Air,' and are looking forward to Saturday night hops on
the piazza."
"Have you really, though?" said Mainwaring, gazing from the one to the
other.
"We should certainly see more company than we do now, and feel a little
less out of the world," said Louise, candidly.


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