And HE doesn't like them, anyway--especially canned.
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Oh, I think that is too high for them; we have never paid over fifty cents a bunch.
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MUST you go?
Well, GOOD-by.
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Yes, I think so.

GOOD-by.
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Four o'clock, then--I'll be ready.

GOOD-by.
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Thank you ever so much.

GOOD-by.
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Oh, not at all!--just as fresh--WHICH?
Oh, I'm glad to hear you say that.

GOOD-by.
(Hangs up the telephone and says, "Oh, it DOES tire a person's arm so!") A man delivers a single brutal "Good-by," and that is the end of it.
Not so with the gentle sex--I say it in their praise; they cannot abide abruptness.
EDWARD MILLS AND GEORGE BENTON: A TALE These two were distantly related to each other--seventh cousins, or something of that sort.