"Tt's some little time since I saw you in Iowa Center," she went on, kindly doling me out one more identifying clue. Iowa Center?" said I stupidly, looking at her bobbed hair and ring watch. "Yes," said she, "my name was Mrs. Jenkins then." But still my face didn't light up with that gleam of recognition the novelists talk about, so she went further, sinking her voice low and looking round to see that the confession wouldn't be overheard: "I was your Sabbath School teacher."
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