There is a friend of mine in poor health, and if he doesn't otherwise
recover, I shall probably apply to you; but, then, the party I speak of
has such a prejudice against quacks of all sorts, that I fear we must
substitute one of your draughts, in a private way, for that of the
regular doctor. That, however, is not what I came to speak to you about.
Is not Caterine Collins, the fortune-teller a niece of yours?"
"She is, sir."
"Where and when could I see her?--but mark me, I don't wish to be seen
speaking to her in public."
"Why not?--what's to prevent you from chattin' wid her in an aisy
pleasant way in the streets; nobody will obsarve any thing then, or
think it strange that a gentleman should have a funny piece o' discoorse
wid a fortune-teller."
"I don't know that; observations might be made afterwards."
"But what can she do for you that I can't? She's a bad graft to have
anything to do wid, and I wouldn't recommend you to put much trust in
her."
"Why so?"
"Why, she's nothin' else than a schemer."
Little did old Solomon suspect that he was raising her very highly in
the estimation of his visitor by falling foul of her in this manner.
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