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I was
poor, and had to work for my livin', and my old blind mother's, too. She
is dead this many a year; but if she could of lived till now, when I
have so much more than I know what to do with, I'd have dressed her up
in silks and satins, and brought her over the seas and flouted her in
your faces as another sample of your American cousins, who, take 'em by
and large, are quite as refined as your English women, and enough sight
better informed about everything. Why, only t'other day one of 'em asked
me what language was generally spoken in New York city, and didn't a
school-girl from Edinburgh ask Gusty if the people out West were not all
heathens, and if Chicago was near Boston! I tell you, ladies, folks who
live in glass houses should not throw stones. You are well enough, and
nice enough, and on _voices_ you beat us all holler, for 'tis a fact
that most of us pitch ours too high and talk through our noses awful,
and maybe you'd do that too, if you lived in our beastly climate, but as
a rule you have not an atom more learning or refinement at heart than
we.


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