“I’ll trust Neil to take care of himself,” chuckled Grandma.
The peace of the hot afternoon, murmurous with bees, descended again upon the side-yard. Jacqueline’s eyes were thoughtful.
“And did that all happen really right here in Longmeadow?”
“Just as sure as you’re a-sitting in that hammock, Jackie.”
“Tell me some more about those old times—ah, please do!”
“Not now, Jackie. Sun’s getting low and I must mix up a batch of Johnny-cake for supper.”
With a sigh Grandma began to fold away the little overalls that she had not yet finished patching.
“Let me make the Johnny-cake,” Jacqueline offered suddenly. “I did it day before yesterday, and you telling me what to do. Let me try it alone! Please!”
Grandma considered for a second.
“The receipt is all written out in the brown book back of the clock,” she said. “Mind you flour the pan after you’ve greased it, and don’t be too lavish with the sugar.”