Eliza Leslie,
Pencil Sketches; or, Outlines of Character and Manners
“ Aunt Quimby! Aunt Quimby! this is no place for you.""What's the meaning of all this?" cried Mrs. Quimby; "why won't you let me stay in the parlour?""You'll get your death," answered Mrs. Marsden, "you'll get the rheumatism. Both parlours have been newly papered to-day, and the walls are quite wet.""That's a bad thing," said Mrs. Quimby, "a very bad thing. I wish you had put off your papering till next spring. Who'd have thought of your doing it this day of all days?""Oh! Aunt Quimby," said Albina, "why did you not let us know that you were coming?" ”
