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Roy, Lillian Elizabeth, 1868-1932

"Polly of Pebbly Pit"


Then Jeb came running back to the house with news. "Ah found th' trunks
is b'en opened by some one, an' all th' finery is piled on the grass
outside th' barn. What hes happened, Ah want to know."
Luckily Mrs. Brewster heard his remark and Mr. Brewster had no time to
speak before she caught Anne's hand, and led Jeb back to the barn.
Shortly thereafter, the three returned laden with everything ever known
in a lady's wardrobe.
"Mary, you have broken the commandments to-day!" said Mr. Brewster,
overcoming a keen desire to laugh at his wife.
"Maybe, Sam, but I strengthened another, called the 'Golden Rule'--I
certainly did unto them what I want some one to do for mine in case of
need. Poor girls!"
Sary happened to be coming from the kitchen with the early supper
dishes in her hands. She saw Jeb with dainty silk lingerie almost
covering his head, and she heard Mr. and Mrs. Brewster's words. It was
too much!
She continued on her way, but once she reached the table she thumped
the dishes down to vent her spite. "To think them city gals kin wind
Jeb about their fingers like that! On a Sunday, too! Ah wonder hain't
he got no respeck fer me an' the Brewster women, that he allows them
snippy misses to git him to carry underwear--him what's an unmarried
man, at that!"
While the family sat at table enjoying the quiet Sunday evening, Sary
took advantage of their interesting discourse to slip away from the
kitchen and examine the beautiful lace-trimmed apparel spread out upon
the great bed in the guest-room.


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