"That's true," said Aunt Charlotte. "Well, Amy, we must think about it, and speak to your father. Run out now, and gather a bit of parsley for his cheese."
Amy knew it was to get her out of the way, and felt rather disappointed that the proposal was not seized upon at once, and applauded.
"She's a good girl," said Aunt Rose.
"Well, so she is, and I don't like to stand in her way," said Aunt Charlotte.
"But to pitch on old Sally Long of all folk in the world!" said Rose.
"There's no doubt but she does want something done for her; but I misdoubt me if she will choose our Amy to do it. Besides, I don't like her tongue. That's what daunts me most."
"Yes. If she took it kind of the girl, she would never be satisfied without talking to her of all the old backbiting tales that ever was! And we that have kept our girl up from hearing of all evil just like a lady—"
"What is it?" said Ambrose Lee, himself coming in, after putting up his cart.
"Why, that sermon last night has worked upon our Amy, so that she wants to do something extra," said Aunt Rose.
"A right down good sermon it was," said the father; "a bit flowery, to suit the maidens, I suppose."