INTRODUCTION.
While Prudy was in Indiana visiting the Cliffords, and in the midst of her trials with mosquitoes, she said one day,—
“I wouldn’t cry, Aunt ’Ria, only my heart’s breaking. The very next person that ever dies, I wish they’d ask God to please stop sending these awful skeeters. I can’t bear ’em any longer, now, certainly.”
There was a look of utter despair on Prudy’s...
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