{"product_id":"2940013392465","title":"MRS. WIGGS OF THE CABBAGE PATCH","description":"CONTENTS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMRS. WIGGS'S PHILOSOPHY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eWAYS AND MEANS\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE \"CHRISTMAS LADY\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE ANNEXATION OF CUBY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA REMINISCENCE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eA THEATER PARTY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"MR. BOB\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMRS. WIGGS AT HOME\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eHOW SPRING CAME TO THE CABBAGE PATCH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eAUSTRALIA'S MISHAP\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eTHE BENEFIT DANCE\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMRS. WIGGS OF THE CABBAGE PATCH\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eCHAPTER I\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMRS. WIGGS'S PHILOSOPHY\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e    \"In the mud and scum of things\u003cbr\u003e    Something always always sings!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003e\"MY, but it's nice an' cold this mornin'! The thermometer's done\u003cbr\u003efell up to zero!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eMrs. Wiggs made the statement as cheerfully as if her elbows were\u003cbr\u003enot sticking out through the boy's coat that she wore, or her teeth\u003cbr\u003echattering in her head like a pair of castanets. But, then, Mrs.\u003cbr\u003eWiggs was a philosopher, and the sum and substance of her philosophy\u003cbr\u003elay in keeping the dust off her rose-colored spectacles. When Mr.\u003cbr\u003eWiggs traveled to eternity by the alcohol route, she buried his\u003cbr\u003efaults with him, and for want of better virtues to extol she always\u003cbr\u003elaid stress on the fine hand he wrote. It was the same way when\u003cbr\u003etheir little country home burned and she had to come to the city to\u003cbr\u003eseek work; her one comment was: \"Thank God, it was the pig instid of\u003cbr\u003ethe baby that was burned!\"\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eSo this bleak morning in December she pinned the bed-clothes around\u003cbr\u003ethe children and made them sit up close to the stove, while she\u003cbr\u003epasted brown paper over the broken window-pane and made sprightly\u003cbr\u003ecomments on the change in the weather.\u003cbr\u003e\u003cbr\u003eThe Wiggses lived in the Cabbage Patch. It was not a real cabbage\u003cbr\u003epatch, but a queer neighborhood, where ramshackle cottages played\u003cbr\u003ehop-scotch over the railroad tracks. There were no streets, so when\u003cbr\u003ea new house was built the owner faced it any way his fancy prompted.\u003cbr\u003eMr. Bagby's grocery, it is true, conformed to convention, and\u003cbr\u003epresented a solid front to the railroad track, but Miss Hazy's\u003cbr\u003ecottage shied off sidewise into the Wiggses' yard, as if it were\u003cbr\u003eafraid of the big freight-trains that went thundering past so many\u003cbr\u003etimes a day; and Mrs. Schultz's front room looked directly into the\u003cbr\u003eEichorns' kitchen. The latter was not a bad arrangement, however,\u003cbr\u003efor Mrs. Schultz had been confined to her bed for ten years, and her\u003cbr\u003esole interest in life consisted in watching what took place in her\u003cbr\u003eneighbor's family.","brand":"SAP","offers":[{"title":"Default Title","offer_id":47082672357616,"sku":"2940013392465","price":0.99,"currency_code":"USD","in_stock":true}],"thumbnail_url":"\/\/cdn.shopify.com\/s\/files\/1\/0737\/7593\/9824\/files\/2940013392465_p0.jpg?v=1763580603","url":"https:\/\/shop-qa.barnesandnoble.com\/products\/2940013392465","provider":"Barnes \u0026 Noble (DEV)","version":"1.0","type":"link"}