There ai n't been as much marrying as there used to be , and half the time they just sneak off to the minister , as if they were ashamed of it , and get married without any wedding or supper . That ai n't the King way , though . And so Olivia 's gone off at last . She were n't in any hurry but they tell me she 's done well . Time 'll show . '' `` Why do n't you get married yourself , Peg ? '' queried Uncle Roger teasingly . We held our breath over his temerity . `` Because I 'm not so easy to please as your wife will be , '' retorted Peg . She departed in high good humour over her repartee . Meeting Sara Ray on the doorstep she stopped and asked her what was the matter with her face . `` Wasps , '' stammered Sara Ray , laconic from terror . `` Humph ! And your hands ? '' `` Warts . '' `` I 'll tell you what 'll take them away . You get a pertater and go out under the full moon , cut the pertater in two , rub your warts with one half and say , ` One , two , three , warts , go away from me . ' Then rub them with the other half and say , ` One , two , three , four , warts , never trouble me more . ' Then bury the pertater and never tell a living soul where you buried it . You wo n't have no more warts .
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