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"Wha-a-a-at!" says I, starin' at this wabbly party among the coldslaw.

It's some of my coldslaw he's so fond of, and a pound of sweet butter, I took from my dairyman.

A third attack brought suitable quantities of potatoes, onions, beets, coldslaw, rice, and all the other minutiae of a goodly dinner.