“I will try to do right,” Robert replied.
The sun was rising the next morning when Robert gathered up the reins and stood ready to step into the wagon which had been loaded for the market.
“You have three dozen new milk cheeses,” said Rachel, “and two and one half dozen of four meal. I have marked the four meals with a cross in the centre, so you’ll know them from the new milk. There are sixteen greened with sage. They look real pretty. I have put in half a dozen skims; somebody may want ’em for toasting.”
“You will find,” said Mrs. Walden, “a web of linsey-woolsey in your trunk with your best clothes, and a dozen skeins of wool yarn. It is lamb’s wool. I’ve doubled and twisted it, and I don’t believe the women will find in all Boston anything softer or nicer for stockings.”
“I have put up six quarts of caraway seed,” said Rachel. “I guess the bakers will want it to put into gingerbread. And I have packed ten dozen eggs in oats, in a basket. They are all fresh. You can use the oats to bait Jenny with on your way home.”
“There are two bushels of beans,” said Mr. Walden, “in that bag,—the one-hundred-and-one kind,—and a bushel and three pecks of clover seed in the other bag. You can get a barrel of ’lasses, half a quintal of codfish, half a barrel of mackerel, and a bag of Turk’s Island salt.”
“Don’t forget,” said Mrs. Walden, “that we want some pepper, spice, cinnamon, nutmegs, cloves, and some of the very best Maccaboy snuff. Oh, let me see! I want a new foot-stove. Our old one is all banged up, and I am ashamed to be seen filling it at noon in winter in Deacon Stonegood’s kitchen, with all the women looking on, and theirs spick and span new.”
“Father and mother have told me what they want, and now what shall I get for you, Rachel?” Robert asked of his sister.