"Hello, Mrs. Vaughn, I
came over to help you eat supper. I have it all planned. Paul is
to set the table, I'm to peel the potatoes and fry the pork, Polly
is to make the biscuit and gravy and put the kettle on. You are to
sit by and look pleasant."
"I insist on making the tea," said Mrs. Vaughn, with amusement.
"Shall we let her make the tea?" he asked, looking thoughtfully at
Polly.
"Perhaps we'd better," said she, laughing.
"All right; we'll let her make the tea--we don't have to drink it."
"You," said the widow, "are like Governor Wright, who said to Mrs.
Perkins, 'Madam, I will praise your tea, but hang me if I'll drink
it.'"
"I'm going to teach the primer class in the morning," said Polly,
as she filled the tea-kettle.
"Look out, young man," said Mrs. Vaughn, turning to the teacher.
"In a short time she'll be thinking she can teach you."
"I get my first lesson to-night," said the young man. "She's to
teach me dancing."
"And you've no fear for your soul?"
"I've more fear for my body," said he, glancing down upon his long
figure. "I've never lifted my feet save for the purpose of
transportation. I'd like to learn how to dance because Deacon
Tower thinks it wicked and I've learned that happiness and sin mean
the same thing in his vocabulary.
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