The Portland daily press. [volume] (Portland, Me.) 1862-1921, 1881-08-27
The Way They Talk.
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Glow dye like the new pa'sen?" asked Mrs.
Bartleben, as she rested her chin on the fence,
and eyed the wash that Mrs. Specklewiggin
was busy hanging out.
HE is very gifted, specially in prayer" re-
piled Mrs. Specklewiggin, taking clothespin
out of her mouth. "We are settin' great deal
of store by him. Have you heerd that he was
very interesting to my Minervy?"
81 heerd that Minervy said so" giggled Mrs.
Bartleben, "but the fact is he's droppin' in ev-
cry night to see how my Sophanisby's soul is
gettin' on. She's likely gal, and if he's gos-
pelin' around here for spare rib, ne can't do
no better than Sophanisby"
81 guess that's so" retorted Mother Speckle-
wiggin. "She's thin enough and you can get
along without her. If the pa'sen is in want o,
that kind O. goods. you got 'em on draught
Minervy is maxim some lam kins for his par
lor winders. Come in some time when yer
hands are clean and you can look az 'em.'
''Don't believe I'll have time this week. He
comes to tea every night, and me and Sophan-
isby is gittin' up some new shirts and a book
mark for the pulpit"
'Now that's good idee," said Mrs. Speckle-
wiggin, with a grin. 81 don't know about the
bookmark, but that pulpit needs some new
shirts. For gracious sake make long flap,
SOS to cover the communion table, cause"
1.-THE shirts are for the pa'sen," exclaimed
Mrs. Bartleben, with flashing eyes. 1.-THE book
mark is for the pulpit. But of course folks who
only goes to church to marry their darter
would only consider the part that wears shirts.
Besides that, we're maxim up some bed quilts
| for him."
"Then. for goodness sake, don't line 'em
with paper. If there's anything that Minervy
can't stand its paper lined quilts, and you
know she'll hev to sleep under anything you
everything do Ar the pa'sen will be in blue,
cause that suits my complexion And so it
does She's. getting up some lamp mats in blue
this very minute"
my SOphanisby was going to make up some
lamp mats, but the pasen said, 'Bisby, dear
| no lamp mats, please. If you must do some
| thing for the church make me some under
| clothing of red flannel You know Sophanisby
| is very dark. That's why he wants 'em red.
| Then she is making yellow foot-stool for him,
and he says he will always prize it, cause it
| will remind him O. the sunsets in which he has
| set around her.
"How beautiful lis ideas fows!' MUIR
INJURED Mrs. Specklewiggin, casting up her
| eyes. "That sunset is So poetical and the vel
| low is so apt to remind him of Sophanisby!
| Always said he was masterful in expressing
| things. Minervy is making green cushion
| for his cane bottom chair, and some time when
we amt very busy you might come to the win
| der and see it,
! "If you expect him to sit on it, you'd better
| send it inter the house and tell her to make it
wide enough for two or it will never be used,' y
| quoted Madame Bartleben. Screen is good
idea as representing how Minervy will look
| when the keerds come out for the wedding.
Sophanisby is spinning a red fish line for him
| now"
| "Wall, isn't THAI lucky? I knowed she'd do
most anythin' to catch him, and told Minervy
| so, and she's embroiderin' some CLAIMS for
| bait'
"That's just like her!' exclaimed Mrs.
Bartleben in admiration. "She knows what
CHEFS accustomed to bite at and she thinks he'll
land her. Isn't it a pity she's SO old and
fat?''
| "That's story!" howled Mrs. Specklewig-
gin. "Cause she don't look like a bent hair.
pin. as Sophanisby does you think she's fat
She's lost five pounds this week!''
A shower of clothespins broke off the theo-
logical discussion, and the worthy Christians
separated, neither understanding that the
"pasen was engaged to widow up town.