Jane Ann married a rich man she did n't care anything about , and she has n't the life of a dog . She come to see me last week and says , says she , ` Sarah Skinner , I envy you . I 'd rather live in a little hut on the side of the road with a man I was fond of than in my big house with the one I 've got . ' Jane Ann 's man ai n't such a bad sort , nuther , though he 's so contrary that he wears his fur coat when the thermometer 's at ninety . The only way to git him to do anything is to coax him to do the opposite . But there ai n't any love to smooth things down and it 's a poor way of living . Jog along , black mare . There 's Janet 's place in the hollow -- ` Wayside , ' she calls it . Quite pictureaskew , ai n't it ? I guess you 'll be glad to git out of this , with all them mail bags jamming round you . '' `` Yes , but I have enjoyed my drive with you very much , '' said Anne sincerely . `` Git away now ! '' said Mrs. Skinner , highly flattered . `` Wait till I tell Thomas that . He always feels dretful tickled when I git a compliment . Jog along , black mare . Well , here we are . I hope you 'll git on well in the school , miss . There 's a short cut to it through the ma ` sh back of Janet 's . If you take that way be awful keerful .
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