Mrs. Wiggin's spelling is somewhat transitional between modern American and British spellings.
This she did, and was soon in the neighborhood of Miss Wiggin.
“There seems to be nothing to do here,” beamingly Miss Wiggin said.
This anxiously from pale, starved-looking little Miss Wiggin.
"I don't know how many she's been used to where she was raised," Wiggin answered.
"I wish you'd let me get your hat ironed, Mr. Tutt," remarked Miss Wiggin.
Two days later, the weather still promising well, we decided to camp for a few days on the Upper Wiggin's Fork to hunt.
"There's nothing dishonorable in being an Ethiopian," asserted Miss Wiggin.
And just then Miss Wiggin passed by with her nose slightly in the air.
Wiggin took the boy's arm kindly and walked him along the trail.