"Merely the effect of your mental testimony, Polly. In the kitchen,
with steam, working utensils, and crowed sense of room, everything
takes on a sordid look and feeling. But out in God's sunshine and fresh
air, everything looks and feels better. That is why sun and air are the
best physician for any ill," explained Anne.
Mrs. Brewster heard, and watched Anne with a bright smile, as the
sentiment of the words were exactly what she ofttimes thought. When the
three returned to the kitchen to take the biscuits and other breakfast
food out, Sary stood with head thrown back and body rocking back and
forth as she laughed immoderately.
"Do tell, Mis' Brewster! You-all bean't goin' t' _eat_ out thar, now be
yuh?"
"Why, of course!" retorted Polly.
"Why shouldn't we?" asked Mrs. Brewster.
Sary could not explain, so she turned to the stove while mumbling to
herself the doubts she had over the sanity of the women-folks of this
queer family--excepting herself of course!
Anne had gone to the guest-room to call the girls, and to her relief,
found them both dressed and ready for breakfast.
"It's a lovely morning," said she, in greeting to them.
"Yes, I've been sniffing the sweetness at the open window," replied
Eleanor, but Barbara stood unresponsive.
Anne noticed the simple-looking house-frocks they wore, and felt
relieved at the simplicity of color and lines, although she knew that
the name-tag inside of those dresses spoke silently of their cost.
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