The Progress., 1892-08-20

easily slip the company sheets and pll
low cases off the bed and press them
over with hot iron. and nobody would
bo tho wiser But trunk folks meant an
extra bout Of washing and cooking and
cleaning. and Ann, who was n method.
ical soul, objected to them ~ a painful
clement of dislocation in her daily life.
Mrs. Martha was VIGOROUSLY trunk
folks. She never staid under n week,
and Ann had reason to dread her pres
ence in the house ;s II person who was
masterful enough to dispute sway with
her. even on her own domain.
AIMS back therefore was aggressive
when Sister Martha entered the sunny
kitchen. But Mrs. Martha was much
more conciliatory toward the maid than
she ever was toward the mistress. and at
times even condescondcd to fattery.
"Well. Ann" said she. bustling in, II
never did SEQ anything stand wear like
this yellow paint on your floor. 1t looks
clean enough to eat off. And that stove!
why, you can just see your face in it.
What kind OF polish do you use? |
should just like to get some Of that
kind"
Elbows" said Ann grimly, who knew
soft sawder rs we'll as the next one. She
had not as yet condcscended 10 turn
around, and was just now spooning out
the rich yellow paste into tho patty pans,
measuring the quantity accurately with
her eye.
Elbows, indeed!" laughed Mrs. Mar
tina. YES, that's tho best kind. rs |
keep a-tellin Jane Steel. trying to ding
it into her head. should just like to
have Jane see that stove and them tins,
so bright You can soc your face in them.
guess it would put a notion or two
into her head of how work ought to be
done"
AIMS bony back quivered a sign to
Mrs. Martha's sharp eyes that tho ice
had begun to thaw. You've been get
tin in your pears, see, Ann" she went
on, turning to big basket Of fruit
standing on kitchen chair. They're
Duchess Danglemens, amt they? Mel
Ter enough to melt in your mouth"
She took one and proceeded deliber-
ately to put her teeth into the soft, juicy
pulp.
MY tree bore uncommon well this
year." said Ann, after depositing tho
patty pans in the oven. made jelly last
week." and she opened cupboard door
and displayed n neat row of jelly glasses
pasted up carefully and marked in
AIMS peculiar handwriting. Mrs.
Martha looked at them for moment in
mu.e admiration, still munching away
at the pear.
"Woll, never saw such jelly as that,
Ann: clear as window glass and stiff as
steclyards. It's Just beautiful to look
at. Does she eat such things. ANN
"Sometimes she does and sometimes
sho doesn't Her appetite is kinder
skittish. You can't tell how it will BE-
with her from one day to another
When she feels like it she'll take hold
real smart But it don't seem to make
no difference what she eats, she allus
looks the same. I've seen all kinds OF
folks-big eaters and little eaters: I've
seen feshy folks that eat like birds and |
lean folks that seemed to be boiler all |
the way down.
"Yes." said Mrs. Martha briskly, and |
contemplating the closet shelves: lit
does seem to me you've got n sight Of
fruit put up for your family There's
ounces and peaches and blackberries
and grapes" 800.
"She wants it," said Ann, nodding 10
ward the sitting room Its handy |
you know, to send round to sick folks
especially them poor kind that hasn't
good crab tree like mine, or ounce
bushes that bear regular. Then taste
Of jelly or preserve comes in as rarity
Last spring she had me send dozen
glasses to the church fair. and they sold
five cents the glass higher than some
other folks"
"Of course they did, Ann. There's no
other jelly or preserves like yours made
in this village. But tell me, does she
sleep well nightsy'
IL guess she sleeps y good deal moron
she thinks she does Sometimes she'll
say she hasn't shet an eye all night; but
I've my own opinion about that. There's
some that can nap considerable when
they 1link their eyelids are pinned