Daily Kennebec journal. [microfilm reel] (Augusta, Me.) 1870-1975, 1880-10-15
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NO. PA.
Gales ano Skettbes.
BErSEv REMlNGr0N'S QUILTING.
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Siiu belScN, proNoNliEiN. liiuh TsuoSu
will need them all TO help him settle in
| life''
We'll. YOU mark my word. Betsey
Remington. Wouldn't give iour-pen-
sapenny toward supporting any man that
didn't pertcnd to know how TO farm it,
and was cracked on grammar.
Il wouldn't argue no longer," said
mild peace-loving Aunt Polly. who had
Just given the finishing touch of polish to
the pewter plates and dishes that had
rubbing the silver spoons.
| II was easy to see. although she had
remained silent during this entire episode.
where her feelings We're, from an occa-
sional beaming and compassionate look
directed over her spectacles at Betsey.
You know. sister lletty," she continued,
1.-The good Book says the greatest OF all
virtues is charity"
Il don't want none OF your blind pas
sages throwed up to me, Polly. lnever
see nothin' in my Bible thai sot pre-
MUM fair and square on shittlessness, and
don't want my child brought up to think
so either. but you'll beat round the bush
to make it right for her from now till
doomsday. A saint would grow lawless
with YOU to read his futur for him. Betsey
must know the real ginewine truth of
livn'. and shall see to it that she does,'
she added. AS she set the cake tins. now
filled with the delicious compound, ON the
broad mantle-piccc in readiness for the
oven, and lighting n candle, went with
emphasis in her tread down the cellar
stairs
Be,sey had pressed the last fold into the
4 L 4 4 Il
ed drawer near Aunt Polly TO deposit
the ironing sheet and holder. giving her
the while such u woetul glance as greatly
touched the old lady, who was lain to
comfort her.
"Don't say too much" she murmured,
.'your mas rs sot as stun boat and "a
quick As rate day. Only be patient. and
it all may turn out bettern you think"
Betsey's determined little face grew
scarlet even to her hair, and hearing her
mothers returning footsteps she fitted
into the buttery to avoid her searching
gaze.
Widow Remington's buttery was of the
ideal New England order Secured
shelves, spotlcss and white rows of milk
pans, in which the cream had set in rich
yellow folds; n host of jugs and jars
ranged round the lower shelf, the cookery
crock the artichoke and cucumber keg;
the picked peppers the round of dried
beef the high shelf of cheescs. flanked ut
one end with honey and the other with
Jelly and preserves and the handy and
humble corner for cold victuals.
AS Mrs. Remington came in and depos-
tied the pitcher of current wine for the
PIES in progress. Betsey stood at the cup
board at its far end, apparently absorbed
in reviewing and wiping the china plates.
while her thoughts went wandering out
| into the unknown world in search of be-
| loved form and face.
| And so the long morning went ny in the
pleasant. thrifty kitchen till The household
affairs reached a most happy climax. The
kitchen was sweet with straying odors,
and the ease of the culinary compsunding
was something wonderful to witness.
There was no touch IN New England
cookery unknown TO Mother Remington.
/ and she managed the situation like one to
the manor born.
"Tury. Ketury," called Mrs. Reming-
ton. without stopping her beating Of eggs.
to little girl sporting with Rover in the
door yard. ''See If Ratio is out to the
courthouse, and tell him to come and clear
the oven out for me. By the time he's
swept it out shall be ready TO set in.
Tell him to bring along the oven broom.
Pick up your sun-bonnei don't let Rover
chaw it into flinders. Here's bunch o.
raisins and 4 piece o cake for ye. I'll
hand it through the pantry. window"
Certain it does beat all hDw IIetty takes
to that child soliloquized Aunt Polly MS
she hung the silver cloths to dry on the
stoop. ''No wonder poor Roxy Harris
died easy when she'd lodged her little gal
with Hetty. She never h1mored one o.
hern so. nor thought o. Iattin' any body
else / can see that sister Remington
fails every day"
"Betsev,'' called her mother, 1--WE sol
in. and shall leave the cleanin' up for you
to look after. while watch the baking
Bring down my best gingbam and get me
nv broad white linen apron and bring EN-
10 my bedroom. while I'm slickin' up
and get my spectacles out of the stand
drawer, and lay the weekly paper along
with EN- You'll find it under the pilleI
to the settle. I hev to hide it, apollo
getically1 ''ii don'tit's all read to pieces
aforc get to it,"
Betsy dutifully supplied her mothers
wants: and. as If to conciliate her, Mrs
Remington said:
"You're a good girl. Betsy; but it..
my bounden duty to keep yer from fyin
up into the face of Providence. Girl
need sight o. admonishin'.
In an incredibly sho-t time after thu
dishes were all in place. and Ratios wife
living near, came in to do her ACCUSTOMED
part, and the white pine floor was secured
and sanded to a high degree Of excellence
when Betsey hung the kettle on for thu
restfuI cup o. tea her mother enjoyed af
ter her mornings work.
In her own little room she made hel
simple toilet. smoothed her hair and fas
tened clean white vandyke about he
waist. its snowy ruflle circling her pretty
throat. and tied on a clean apron. pausinl
as she did so to gaze for the twentietl
time from the little south window dowl
the road in the direction OF the store ant
post Office.
At last the old horse came in sight
Well she knew his sober trotting and tn
faint rattle Of the old onc-horsc wagon
and whoever could be with him.
The old wagon ratified on into the var,