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BEP(F.744.034
10 Dec 1744:12,21 (488)
A dialogue between a thriving tradesman and his wife about
the education of their daughter. (Calculated for the city
of London, but may serve any part of New-England, without
sensible error.)
Wife.
My dear, you'l breed this girl a very fool,
Why don't you put her to the dancing school ?
See how she holds her head and treads her toes,
Like a meer bumpkin when she stands or goes.
. . . [12 lines] Husband
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. . . [20 lines] Wife.
. . . [10 lines] Husband.
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