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Fanny Herself
Edna Ferber

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FANNY HERSELF 

CHAPTER ONE 

You could not have lived a week in Winnebago without being
aware of Mrs.  Brandeis.  In a town of ten thousand, where
every one was a personality, from Hen Cody, the drayman, in
blue overalls (magically transformed on Sunday mornings into
a suave black-broadcloth usher at the Congregational
Church), to A.  J.  Dawes, who owned the waterworks before the
city bought it.  Mrs.  Brandeis was a super-personality. 
Winnebago did not know it.  Winnebago, buying its dolls, and
china, and Battenberg braid and tinware and toys of Mrs.
Brandeis, of Brandeis' Bazaar, realized vaguely that here
was some one different. 

When you entered the long, cool, narrow store on Elm Street,
Mrs.  Brandeis herself came forward to serve you, unless she
already was busy with two customers.  There were two

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