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My Unwilling Neighbor
by
Jack Brandiger came to call that evening, and when he had heard what had happened he whistled a good deal.”You are a funny kind of a fellow,” said he.”You go courting like a snail, with your house on your back!”
I think my friend was a little discomfited.”Don’t be discouraged, Jack,” said I.”You will get a good wife some of these days–that is, if you don’t try to slide uphill to find her!”