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Osh Popham says snow is the poor man's manure; he says it's going to be an early season and a grand hay crop. We'll get fifty dollars for our field." OSH POPPIN SAYS SNOW IS THE POOR MAN'S MANURE HE SAYS IT'S GOING TO BE AN EARLY SEASON AND A GRAND HAYCROP WE'LL GET FIFTY DOLLARS FOR OUR FIELD
 the family plates had been polished to a terrifying degree that week. "Children," said Mother Carey, "we have been as economical as we knew how to be; we have worked to the limit of our strength; we have spent almost nothing on clothing, but the fact remains that we have scarcely money enough in our reserve fund to last another six months. What shall we do?" Nancy leaped to her feet, scattering cats in every direction. "Mother Carey!" she exclaimed remorsefully. "You haven't mentioned money since New Year's, and I thought we were rubbing along as usual. The bills are all paid; what's the matter?" "That is the matter!" answered Mrs. Carey with the suspicion of a tear in her laughing voice, "The bills _are_ paid, and there's too little left! We eat so much, and we burn so much wood, and so many gallons of oil'" "The back of the winter's broken, mother dear!" said Gilbert, as a terrific blast shook the blinds as a terrier would a rat. "Don't listen to that wind; it 's only a March bluff!  COMMITTEE WAS TAKING PLACE BY THE SITTING ROOM FIRE PERHAPS BECAUSE THE FAMILY PLATES HAVE BEEN POLISHED TO A TERRIFYING DEGREE THAT WEEK CHILDREN SAID MOTHER CAREY WE HAVE BEEN AS ECONOMICAL AS WE KNOW HOW TO BE WE HAVE WORKED THE LIMITS OF OUR STRENGTH WE HAVE SPENT ALMOST NOTHING ON CLOTHING BUT THE FACT REMAINS WE SCARCELY HAVE ENOUGH MONEY IN A RESERVE FUND TO LAST ANOTHER SIX MONTHS WHAT SHALL WE DO NANCY LEAPT TO HER FEET SCATTERING CATS IN EVERY DIRECTION MOTHER CAREY SHE EXCLAIMED REMORSELY YOU HAVEN'T MENTIONED MONEY SINCE NEW YEAR'S AND I THOUGHT WE WERE RUBBING ALONG AS USUAL THE BILLS ARE ALL PAID WHAT'S THE MATTER THAT IS THE MATTER ANSWERED MISSUS CAREY WITH A SUSPICION OF A TEAR IN HER LAUGHING VOICE THE PILLS ARE PAID AND THERE'S TOO LITTLE LEFT WE EAT SO MUCH WE BURN SO MUCH WOOD AND SO MANY GALLONS OF OIL THE BACK OF WINTER'S BROKEN MOTHER DEAR SAID GILBERT AS A TERRIFIC BLASH SHOOK THE BLINDS AS A TERRIER WITH A RAT DON'T LISTEN TO THAT WIND IT'S ONLY A MARCH BLUFF
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