She was sweet seventeen and just emancipated from the thraldom of school,
but already she had her “best boy,” who on some special occasion gave her
a gold watch.
Some days later he inquired if she had told her friends of his little
gift.
“Oh, yes,” she said “all of them.”
“Did you say who gave it to you?”
“Of course not,” replied the artless maiden. “We always gave one kiss for
each chocolate at school. But for a gold watch! Well, I thought it best
to say mamma gave it to me.”
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Oh, scissors, let’s cut up.
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