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Today, another great short story from Brett Hart. This is your host, John Haggardorn. Today, another great short story

from Brett Hart. This one titled, The Youngest Miss Piper. I do not think that any of us who

enjoyed the acquaintance of the Piper girls or the hospitality of Judge Piper, their father,

ever cared for the youngest sister.

Not on account of her extreme youth, for the eldest Miss Piper confessed to 26, and the youth

of the youngest sister was established solely, I think, by one big bray down her back.

Neither was it because she was the plainest, for the beauty of the Piper girls was a

recognized general distinction, and the youngest Miss Piper was not entirely devoid of the family

charms. Nor was it from any lack of intelligence, nor from any defective social quality,

for her precocity was astounding, and her good-humored frankness alarming.

Neither do I think it could be said that a slight deafness, which might impart an embarrassing

publicity to any statement.

The reverse of our general feeling that might be confided by any one to her private ear

was a sufficient reason, for he was pointed out that

she always understood everything that Tom Sparrel told her in his ordinary tone of voice.

Briefly, it was very possible that Delaware, the youngest Miss Piper, did not like us. Yet it was

fondly believed by us that the other sisters failed to show that indifference to our

existence shown by Miss Delaware, although the heart-burnings, misunderstandings, jealousies, hopes and fears,

and finally the chivalrous resignation with which we at last accepted the long foregone

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