LADIES-IN-WAITING
her three great black lanky boys standin’ roun’ waitin’ for ’em to cool off.—‘Only one, mother?’ Caleb used to say, kind o’ wheedlin’ly, while she laughed up at him leanin’ against the door-frame.—‘What’s one blueb’ry pie amongst me?’”
“He must ’a’ had some fun in him once,” smiled Amanda.
“They say women-folks ain’t got no sense o’ humor,” remarked Mrs. Benson, with a twitch of her thread. “I notice the men that live without ’em don’t seem to have any! We may not amount to much, but we’re somethin’ to laugh at.”
“Why don’t you bake him a pie now an’ then, an’ send it up, Susan?” asked Amanda.
“Well, there, I don’t feel I hardly know him well enough, though William does. I dare say he would n’t like it, an’ he’d never think to return the plate, so far away.—Besides, there never is an extry pie in a house where there’s a man an’ three boys; which reminds me I’ve got to go home an’
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