The Hope pioneer. [volume] (Hope, N.D.) 1882-1964, 1911-04-20
HIS. SUNDAY
DINNER

Really Laura" remarked Greenly
reproachfdlly as he attacked the roast
chicken for the fourth time with an
unsuccessful. carving knife, II wish
you wouldn't buy these antedi1uvian
fowls. I simply can't hack this one
to pieces"
"Mr. Smaus said there wasn't a bet
ter or tenderer chicken in his market.
Frank" sighed Mrs. Greenly.
well, then. I don't think much of
his market. I tell you,, Laura, old,
Smaus doesn't give you a fair deal. /
think it would, be q good idea for us to
Jolt him, by transferring our patronage,
to another market. That old fellow,
thinks he can put OF any kind Of In,
ferior stuff on us. He imposes our
good nature"
1T sounds easy, Frank, when you
say we should trade elsewhere, but
you know very we'll that there isn't
another market in Wayland and l GER
tainly can't go into the city every day
and carry out u supplies"
We'll. I can get 'em and bring 'em
out" declared Greenly. It'll, get a
chicken for our next Sunday dinner
that won't be, made of India rubber"
Il wish5you would, DEAR" said Mrs.
Greenly.
Saturday morning when he was
leaving the house Mrs. Greenly re-
minded her husband that he was to
bring home a chicken from town.
Il won't forget It," he promised her.
I've got it in my memorandum book
and I'll buy n that can be cooked in
half IN hour"
In, the afternoon. when he telephoned
that he would not be home until late
that evening Mrs. Greenly inquired If
he had bought the chicken for their
Sunday dinner.
o course i have, Laura" he an
swered. "You seem to think I am as
needless as q a%schoolboy," he added.
"Oh, no. Frank, only 1 know you
have so , many business. matters on
your mind" said Mrs. Greenly sooth.
ingly.
Greeniy t~hereupon assured her in a
modified voice that he was never too.
busy to remember to do things for her.
Where's the %chicken?" she asked
when he appeared at 10: 80 O'Clock that
night.
THE chicken? By George, Laura, 1
well. you see, l had to. go to that ex-
ira meeting Of the directors tonight
and I never thought of the chicken. I
left 1t on the top of my desk in the
office. l had 80 much. on my mind to.
day. You can understand. can't you?"
Yes, I can quite understand" an.
swered Mrs. Greenly, almost too good
naturally. "Of course, though. we
] can't get anything out here at, this
] hour for our Sunday dinner. But l can
make some Goldfish balls. and they will
do very WELL"
! Goldfish balls!" Greenly's look of de-
preston deepened., "Oh, you won't
have to do anything so desperate as
that. I'll run into town the first thing
In the morning and get the, chicken. I
can return. with it in plenty, of, time
for you to have It cooked, for dinner"
\ You're sure you won't mind, Frank?
J For you know it won't be. any trouble
to make the Goldfish balls"
mo. I'd really like to CO., 1 can read
the newspapers going, and coming on
the train and of course 1t would be
foolish to let that chicken lie there
and spoil in my Office"
Eyes, that's so." aereed Mrs
Greenly.
The next morning she awakened
her husbandta half.hour earlier than
his customary time to rise on Sunday.
He bore the, curtailing of his nap with
8 good a grace as he could muster
and after breakfast he left home for
the city with a semblance of cheerful.
ness.
Two hours later Mrs. Greenly opened
the door for him with a welcomina
smile. saying: WELL, did you get it?'
Get it, The chicken? Why. yes. l
got it-but well, the fact is, Laura,
I left+i It on the train!"
Fortunately" said Mrs. Greenly in
a restrained. even voice, "smaus sells
very good sailed Goldfish and we han.
pen to have some in the house."