The Calhoun chronicle. [volume] (Grantsville, W. Va.) 1883-1984, 1898-01-04
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|. ''Ner the simIins3"
"Naw, chile"
~GS can youll dig
big mess o sweet
potatoes TO bake"
''Nas, vas, sugar
"An' cook all the other truck Jest
like tole you, an hay everything
ready precisely ut six ocloc!,?"
vas, honey, yas."
J Uncle Tip Ticket, who sas on
backless chair in the open passageway
between two log rooma, looked little
bewiileced and clutchel Mt his scant
locks as if to hold onto his momory
ere it should give him the slip, ~ his
! niece ratified OF her brisk catechisln.
He was IL slow, ,.minbe man, with
mild, blinking eyes and wispy gray
hair.
Izora Tucket, his niece, was all
briskness, fron, her quick, black eyes
to her long feet neatly laced into her
well-polished best shoes. Her freshly
done up pink lawn skirt set out around
her, unyieldingly stiT and smooth
with abundant starshiug aud elaborate
ironing, and ratified crisply when she
moved; her white waist was like tin.
every friil and fold sticking out with
sharp edge TO it. Her light, thia hair
was braided tightly and fastened very
tiatly against her head, anil her best
handkerchief was pinned smoothly
around her neck
''Izory, L can't find AIRY clean han
kerchuf," drawiel u plantiye vice
from the room on the left Of the pas
sageway, aud another girl appcare in
the doorway, in costume the counter
part of lzora's, excepting that the
skirt was blue instca of pink. This
second girl was younger than Izora,
plumper, more deliberate OF movement
and softer OF voice.
With brisk movement Fora flashed
past her into the room, like II pink and
white streak, her skirts rustling
starchiiv
''Wisht you'd n said 80 before - She
commented briskly, unlocking trunk
and lifting the iii of n box inside.
I'VE amt got any time TO lose. I'll
loan You my bun border one; an don't
you crumple it mp an lie knots in it
like You done with yourn last Sunday. -
The plump girl bIushel, and sal
down upon the edge of the bel with
ITS blue and white Counterpart and
stiif, square pillows, and was promptly
pounce upon by Fora
"Cit up" said She you're &
massin' the kiyerliJ, Susan.
''Izory," said Susan, as she moved
over to the window, "don't you reckon
Uncle Tip'd kinder like to go long TO
the picnic, too?'
"Reckon 90, ~ responded Izora. who
was giving her min to the setting OF
her white straw hat, with its pink rib
bons, afra" loops, huge, bobbing red
rose AMI chunky bud, on the exact top
OF her head, where she secured il bv
cabling long pin through il AID -
strand Of her hair.
An / don't see" pursued Susan.
speculatiye!y, 'whUtd he the hurt. &c
Susan Tucket, air You idit?''
demanded lzora Wheeling about.
First place, who'd git supper? Mint
Cid Iompkius shore to be long with
me, an more'n likely Sam Bean with
yoa, an wouldn', we hey to ran
scootin' round like hoppcrgrassas "a
cooiin' supper still of takiu' it easy.
An second place, amt That loug-uosrd
old maid Clemeu'yu. plummius bonn
to be there. an amt She got her wall Ter
caL-eyes onto Uncle Tip, an he'll 'enl
there fer hr last ter years. She'd o.,
snapped hm mp like iuy5ird ao,- ~
bug. forty times over. Of ,t alu't 80
been fer me ups jt.u her plots ar.
Eeepln him out'u her way. He's uiI
lin. enough tn br snapped uu. an ono,
g't cu 20. 90 pIru.s pIlEiu' .tj.t.I
Ph ebs' am .fv, Tjuaes. am n.y.a
be eugle 90 inside Of bogr. r.I iasirr.
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