"I take 'em home and I cook 'em. Mis' Laury Ann, she showed me how, one time. Mabel, I'm learning her to cook, and Madget she wants I should learn her, but I don't think I shall."
"Oh, dear, I'm afraid I've rather neglected you lately," Elizabeth said. "I haven't been to see your mother for a long time."
"Well, Mis' Laury Ann she comes, and Judidy. Mother says neglecting is all you can expect from girls."
"She's a whole lot better, isn't she?" Elizabeth asked, hastily.
"Sure. Mis' Abithy Hawes she come around and got Little Eva to going it, and Little Eva she said that Mother had water on her lungs."
"Mercy!"
"But Mother she got to reading a book that said housework was a good cure for sickness. About sweeping bein' good for the spine, and washing bein' good for the stomick, and housecleaning a good thing for the figger. So she thought she'd try that, too."
"Where did she get the book?"
"It was one that Mis' Laury Ann lent her."
"I guess Grandmother is working along the way she said she was going to," Elizabeth thought. "Does your mother really do housework?" she asked, aloud.