The Manchester journal. [volume] (Manchester, Vt.) 1861-current, 1891-06-04

ihs, tasted so good not ia years an years
an yesrs The pudding emerged from i's
bas plunp aud brosn as healthy farmer
sna, like him, i, must be confessed, some
What tough and why Bot, sootbed IN
cream sud posdersi with msple sugar, !,
w-n, down 10 the last erumb. The alesis
found nothing 10 their vocsbulsries sn.
ciep, or modern. TO equal the occasion.
aud concluded ''it vas no use ialkin. !"
Mrs. Barker. in particular, With Der moth
erly fsmiliarities, bronght blush TO the
airl cook Nancy was not a hardened de'
ce,yer. The oleander tub lay heavy on
her conciencs. The meal 40 unhandsomely
obtained turned 10 ashes in the cup oil MT
terry the old woman poured for her 1t
was hours before they left. years before
she could do up the work next day aud
hasten TO the Barker place 10 do penance
by frank confession This time she walk
ed demurely by the road, and wore her
beet bonnet.
She found Ms Barker whipping mp a
syllabub for the minister's wife, who was
sihng. Have some? she said, proiiering
= cupful. Tsint poihin' but . gasp an .
swaller.
But Nancy had no appetite, even ior 80
smiable triaA told 10 not to say any
thing, she bsgan steadily. I'll tell yon my
self. came over yesterday when you
we're out TO borror some meal for that pud
din. Twas awful careless o me. ! dds
nj know we're out till just rs | was mix
init Iwas ashamed to borror OF you,
company so. bat l had TO do somethin'
quick. I'll bring it over soon's we get
some. Nancy spoke hurriedly in her ner'
vousness.
Mrs. Barker set down the bowl she was
washing. / hain't got any meal, she said,
in puzzled voice Ben out for week. an
ken a,telin' we'd have to go TO town soon
or send.
Oh, yes. you had, persisted the other
II was all had for the pudding. ! found
it in brown paper bag on the lower shell
in the pantry.
For the land sakesl Mrs. Barker sgave
vent to q shout to mate with that her s)n
sent up on discovering the buried dough.
And here there was no Aunt Felicia to ter'
rorizs her into silence. She rocked TO and
fro, her face growing purple with emo
tions. for which her shrieks and her rock
ing furnished inadequate, outlet. Nancy
looked bewildered in turn. What was
there in the borrowed meal so agonlzlngIy
fuuuy? /, was some time before Mrs. Bar
ker could explain herself. and then SIZE e1
ploded, between fits and gusts OF laughter
You va ct the INSIDE of f-a-pincush'
ion I'd had twenty hve- years. emp
tied -it-in = the - bag to pick out
the peedles--an' - forgot, -to-throw'-it
away. She stopped with a moan,and held
her sides, completely overcome by the
st0lm which had passed over her.
Nancy laughed, a bysterieal little gieg'e
with more OF distress than OF merrImert
in il. With it struggled feeling OF dis'
gust ;sbe too had partaken Of the pudding
But EN- soon yielded to grati'
tude toward the merry soul who could
laugh over such an experience. The blum
'derer had fallen into kind bands.
You're awfully good, she said as she
stood up TO go.
Don't soy o word, replied Mrs. Barker
reassurinsly. won't tell soul, 'less IT'S
Joe. He'll be tickled almost to death.
I'm afraid he'll tell, demurred Nancy
Oh no, be wont, said JOS mother. lie
sets too much by you.
Aud be never did tell. not even when he
became Nancy's husband. He held her &C
centricities plain indications Of genius. II
was Nancy herself who, learning to look
with tolerance upon her blunders, told OF
the remarkable day when she buried the
bread dough. aud made pudding out OF
. pin cushion.