Mrs. Halsey followed her hostess's glance and jumped up. "Ef yuh two
varmints don't quit that, an' come right t' me, Ah'll--Ah'll shet yuh
up in a boogy-hole!" shrilled the irate mother.
Sary heard the familiar voice and instantly ran from the kitchen to
assist in entertaining the morning visitor. The two bad youngsters,
left to their own devices, began throwing the whitewashed stones that
encircled Mrs. Brewster's roundels.
"How-dy, Miss Halsey?" was Sary's greeting, her large hand extended in
cordial comradeship.
"Oh, it's Sary Dodd! How-dee, Sary? Ah recommember now that you-all
come t' live wid Miss Brewster. How'd you-all like th' place?"
The visitor's frankness lost none of its curiosity as she eagerly
waited to hear all about the Brewster family with the mistress still
present, but ignored.
Sary was in her glory and made the most of it. She had just reached the
point where she intended asking the "gossip" to stop to have dinner,
when a crash interrupted the enlivening Yellow Jacket Pass
conversation.
"Sary, run and see what those children have done!" cried Mrs. Brewster,
mentally thanking her stars for the timely intervention.
Soon the ladies heard Jim Henderson Halsey bawling loudly, and his
sister backing away from the buttery while she continued making faces
at the angry help. The little girl's protruded tongue made Sary rush at
her with uplifted palm, but both youngsters were so accustomed to
dodging these attacks, that they reached the haven of Mrs.
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