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Old Eunice's Jewel Casket.
HEN defer your opinion, Janie;
and if three hours hence you still think a visit to old Eunice a 'slow' proceeding for New Year's Day, I will promise not to take you to her cottage again.”
“Oh, 'tisn't that, uncle; I dearly like to go and see a nice old black lady, but "
Here Janie's eyes, bright and blue as the ardent skies, towards which she wistfully looked, twinkled merrily, and she set her little feet in graceful movements which
suggested skating.; “ But you prefer a dance on the ice," laughed her uncle Lyne.