The Londonderry sifter. (South Londonderry, Vt.) 1883-19??, 1884-03-07
So LONDONDERRY VT, FRIDAY, MARCH T. 1884 PR

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being no money saved up, none deposit
ed anywhere. Depend upon it, if there
was any money to save"
ut was in that old dictionary r. cried
Mrs. Wellwood, dropping her darning-
needle. Sand Aunt Nabby knows it !"
Mr.. Wellwood nodded his head, and
smoked harder than ever as he stared
into the fire, as if seeking from the
red embers counsel and advice.
"Where is that dictionary" said he.
Goodness only knows p despairing-
ly sighed Mrs. Wellwood.
"Try and think p eagerly urged her
husband.
perhaps Mrs. Grub would know"
said Mrs. Wellwood. "She packed all
the things that were left, and locked
up the house"
"Write to her," said Mr.. Wellwood,
eagerly. "Or, no that would only be
uselessly arousing suspicion. Go there
yourself, Sarah. Ask her to come
here, and make visit"
"What-Mrs. Grubb"
"Yes, Mrs. Grubb."
"But, Matthew, she is such dread
full old bore p pleaded Mrs. Wellwood.
Never mind that" said Wildwood,
impatiently, ilinging his cigar-stump
into the red-hot Goals. "Only think of
the fortune that may possibly reward
our efforts Sarah, we must get hold
of that dictionary =!
So Mrs. Wildwood went to Mrs
| George Grubb, and courteously invited
that lady to make her a visit. Mrs.
Grubb accepted promptly. She had
always wanted to visit the city. and
here at last was a golden opportunity.
She brought her little nephew and her
two tall girls with her.
81 know you didn't specially invite
'em, Sarah Ann" said she; "but the
dears will so enjoy the museums and
the park and the Brooklyn Bridge, and
all that sort of thing. And they won't
be no more trouble than three kittens
There never were such good children y
The three young Grubbs were some
thing worse than a pestilence. Mrs.
Grubb was nearly as bad. And at the
end of a week, Mrs. Wildwood felt her.
wood felt herself fully qualified to enter
lunatic asylum.
But on the last day, while George
was smearing himself With bread and
butter and honey in the kitchen, and
the two Misses Grubb were pounding
desperately away on the piano-forte, in
imitation of the hand.organ man out
side, Mrs. Wellwood ventured to put
the fateful question which had so long
trembled on her lips.
"The old ditchnery ~ said Mrs.
Grubb, who was not over-particular re-
garding her pronunciation. LA, me
What would any one want O that old
trash?"
"Well, nothing much " hesitated
Mrs. Wildwood. "But Mr.. Wellwood
is rather a bibliopole--"
"a which, said Mrs. Grubb, with
one hand back of her ear
"a collector of old books" explained
her hostess.
"Humph " said Mrs. Grubb, scratch
ing her head with knitting-needle.
"If was going to have books, at all,
I'd far and away rather have new
ones"
"Tastes differ" said Mrs. Wildwood,
with pang, as one of the piano-chords
snapped resoundingly, and Master
Georges voice was beard below in loud
alteration with the cook. "But where
is the old dictionary"
"Lesbia Field has got it," said Mrs.
Grubb. Mrs. Walkers grandniece--
don't you know?-Leopold Fields
girl. She's factory-hand, up to Poke
Hollow--a dreadful likely grill Soon
to be married to Zeke Hamersley."
care you sure of it?" said Mrs.
Wildwood.
"About the weddin'? Oh, yes
Zeke's folks they set a deal Of store by
Lesbia, and"
"No, noI" interrupted Mrs. Well
wood-"about the dictionary"
"Sartin sure," said Mrs. Grubb. II
see Lesbia pick it off the floor herself,
when was a-packin' the woolen blank
cts that Mrs. Seeder brought at auction
Says she, 4 amt goin' to hev the
ditchnery that Aunt Hammer thought
such deal Of sold for old paper says
she. I'll keep it myself, JUS to put me
in mind of Aunt Hammer and Uncle
Samuel And she wrapped it in a bit
of old calico-I remember the very
palm-leaf pattern on it--and took it
away, under her arm. What is it,
George, darling? The hired girl
won't give you no more honey ?
Never mind Mrs. Wellwood'll give
you some damsom preserves, l know p
As soon as Mrs. Grubb departed-a
period of time which Mrs. Wildwood
began to fear would never arrive she