Two little girls were playing on the street and a well-dressed lady
passed them with swish and a whirl. By the noise it was evident that she
wore a silk petticoat. “What makes that noise?” whispered one little
girl, with a wondering look. “Sh!” said the other child, in a low voice,
“don’t you know she’s got money? Rich folks always rattle and smell good.”
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