This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIV ABOUT NOTHING IN PARTICULAR Grantiana speaks an infinite deal of nothing.--Merchant of Venice. '4 T T ERE'S another prize for you to-L-L aim at," remarked Mr. Boffin, casually, reading from the inside cover of a magazine, "Advertisements for Ivory Soap." "Pooh!" sniffed Fran, "nobody ever ...
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This historic book may have numerous typos and missing text. Purchasers can usually download a free scanned copy of the original book (without typos) from the publisher. Not indexed. Not illustrated. 1898 edition. Excerpt: ... CHAPTER XIV ABOUT NOTHING IN PARTICULAR Grantiana speaks an infinite deal of nothing.--Merchant of Venice. '4 T T ERE'S another prize for you to-L-L aim at," remarked Mr. Boffin, casually, reading from the inside cover of a magazine, "Advertisements for Ivory Soap." "Pooh!" sniffed Fran, "nobody ever gets those things! Still--how much is it, Mr. Boffin?" "Two hundred dollars for the first prize. Of course you would take the first prize." Nathalie sauntered in and hummed, in dreamy reminiscence of an Ads and Galatea recital, a merry little air, to which she sang the words, as she sat down to some sewing: Oh ruddier than the cherry! Oh sweeter than the berry! Oh nymph more bright than moonshine night, Like kidling blithe and merry! Ripe as the melting cluster, No lily has such luster "That sounds like stove-blacking!" interrupted Fran. "But listen to this!" and she took up the tune--Oh whiter than white trillium, Oh sweeter than sweet William, Oh maid most rare since Helen fair Made trouble in old Ilium! Thy cheek is ever ruddy, Thy skin is never muddy! Pray tell me how--by rite or vow? I 'd fain make this a study. When life seems sad and cheerless, My cheeks are bright and tearless! For health's live glow, Cure for all woe, Use Ivory Soap, the peerless! "Oh, that's the cleverest thing!" cried Nathalie. "Are you going to try for the prize? Ruth and I were noticing the advertisement. You would surely succeed, Mrs. Boffin!" "What do you think of it?" Fran asked of Ruth, turning seriously toward her. "It would be great, wouldn't it, if I could make some money that way toward next year? Do you think it is good, Mr. Boffin? You're a critic born." "I would try it," answered Ruth, with her head judicially cocked on one side; "but I think it's a...
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