| THE WISH BROUGHT ABOUT THE MOST ASTONISHING RESULTS | | THE BEANS SCATTERED IN EVERY DIRECTION | | THE OGRE COLLAPSED IN HIS CHAIR | | "BLESS YOU, MY CHILDREN!" | | "A WEEK'S VACATION IN LITTLE OLD NEW YORK" | | WITHIN THE ANCIENT HOUSE SAT THE OWNER, RICHARD WILBRAHAM | | "BALLYHACK! LAST STATION——ALL OUT!" | | WILBRAHAM PAID BEFORE LEAVING THE COURT-ROOM | | "I SUPPOSE I COULD SELL YOU, BILL" | | "TELL 'EM TO TELL MR. BONDIFELLER THAT I AM TOO BUSY TO SEE HIM" | | "GOOD-BYE, JACK" | | "THE HANDSOMEST TOWER IN THE WORLD" | | "COULDN'T MAKE IT THREE MILLION, COULD YOU?" SUGGESTED MR. DOBBINS | | "WHAT DO YOU THINK YOU ARE DOING?" | | "THERE'S THE MONEY, SIR" | | POOR GASMERILDA SAT WHITE-FACED | | "I AM YOUR FAIRY GODMOTHER, GASMERILDA" | | "THIS IS THE GREATEST CINCH IN THE HISTORY OF FINANCE" | | "DERE ISS SOMEDINGS IN DOT SEADT, ALRETTY YET!" | | "THERE MUST BE SOMETHING THE MATTER WITH MY NERVES" | | "HUMPH!" SAID SHE, SCORNFULLY | | "THIS IS A HALF-PORTION, SIR," SAID SAMBO | | "YOU RUBBED THE LAMP, I BELIEVE?" | | "WHAT DOES THIS MEAN?" THEY DEMANDED |
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