Thrift

The Mrs. never misses
    Any bargain sale,
For the female of the species
    Is more thrifty than the male.

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Marriage Fees

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXXIII. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. CLXXXVI. Riddles.

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Nursery Rhyme. DLXVII. Natural History.

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Live with a thrifty, not a needy fate;
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