"Oh, my! What I don't want would be less. Some of that green and white gingham, spools of thread, shirting muslin good and stout, and Jenny said if anyone went over there was a list of things she wanted. It's in her machine drawer."
"Oh, I never can look after so much. Come mother, go along yourself."
"On Sat'day afternoon! Jason Mulford!"
"Well you can't go on Sunday," and he laughed.
"Yes, I could go over to church on Sunday," she retorted sharply. "Thank the Lord there's one day you don't have to cook from morning to night, though like the old Israelites you have to do a double portion on Sat'day. Dear me, I sometimes wished we lived on manna."
"What is manna?" inquired 'Reely.
"Bread and honey," said her father.
"No, twan't bread and honey either. Jason, why do you say such things! It's what the children of Israel had to live on forty years in the wilderness, and they got mighty tired of it too. It's my opinion, 'Reely Mulford, you'd rather have bread and cake and potpie and baked beans and berries and such."
'Reely stared with her big brown eyes.
"And—didn't they have any——"