"No need fur it to be winter, either."
"The sooner you git over thinkin' them things, the better it'll be fur you, my girl. You got one of the best men livin'. There ain't a better provider than Jim in this county. Kissin's good enough, but it don't fill the wood box or spread the table."
The girl looked sullenly after the retreating figures.
"I'm sick o' livin' with people that's good providers. It's like havin' nothin' but bread mornin', noon and night. I want some——"
"That'll do, Mat, I don't stand fur no such talk as that. When Jimmy begins runnin' round and needin' shoes, his ma and pa kissin' ain't goin' to put 'em on him. Besides a woman shouldn't want things like that. It's fur men to think of them things. Hand me out the bread pan; I'll mix up some biscuits, seein' we ain't enough loaves."
The girl handed it to her. "I suppose I'd better spread a clean cloth."
"Take the big one in the second drawer, and you might put the wax plant in the center."
As the girl worked, she kept glancing to the window, but Jean and Gregory were out of sight, beyond a dip in the orchard.
"It is nice," she said wistfully.
Then the baby whined and she went to him. As soon as he saw her he stopped and gooed. The girl laughed and picked him up.