Getting His Trousseau Ready
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The kindly ’Squire of the neighborhood was just leaving from a friendly social visit to Mrs. Maguire.
“And your son, Mrs. Maguire?” said the ’Squire as he reached for his hat. “I hope he is well. Busy, I suppose, getting ready for his wedding tonight?”
“Well, not very busy this minit, ’Squire,” answered the beaming mother. “He’s upstairs in bed while I’m washing out his trousseau.”