"Down at Bear Forks School-house. We use it for church, as well as for
other important purposes, besides day-school," Mrs. Brewster replied,
smilingly.
Soon after the girls appeared at table, Mr. Brewster came out. He said
good morning in a very sedate manner that surprised the girls who were
not accustomed to his Sunday manners.
That morning he gave a lengthy prayer of thanks that was meant to cover
the past week, but once he had concluded grace, he turned to his wife.
"Mary, I'm sure I smelled the omelette scorching."
Mrs. Brewster hurried to the kitchen where she found the eggs burning
and the room filled with horrid smoke. Sary was scolding at a great
rate, but she never used a _profane_ word because it was wicked.
"Why, Sary, how did you happen to let the eggs burn?"
"How come? Well, I'll tell you-all! Mr. Brewster handed me a printed
prayer to learn, and I was looking for my specs in my box when it
happened! That's all the good that prayer did me!"
Mrs. Brewster kept a straight face and said: "Well, never mind, Sary.
We'll soon have another omelette ready."
"Not on Sunday! I made one, and that was a sin, ez you kin see by the
way it burnt. I does no more cookin' or there'll be extra sin to wipe
out. Thar's bread and jam and coffee--enough fer any one to git along
on fer a few hours."
Mrs. Brewster knew her husband, however, so she said nothing to Sary,
but hurriedly whipped up another omelette and fried it to a delicate
brown.
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