“I might as well start at once, as it will take me all day to go the rounds. I’ll go harness up the mule now.”
“Yes, go; and wherever you happen to be at dinner time there you stop and get your dinner. I shan’t expect you home till night, because after you have given out all the invitations, you know, I want you to call at old Luke Barriere’s grocery store and fetch me——Stop! have you got a pencil in your pocket?”
“Yes, Aunt Sibby.”
“Well, then, put down—Lord! where shall I get a piece of writing paper? Hindrances, the first thing! It’s always the way, sez I!”
“It need not be writing paper. This will do,” said Roland, tearing off a scrap of brown wrapper from a parcel that lay on the table.
“Now, then, write,” said Miss Sibby.
And she gave him a list for sugar, spices, candies, “reesins” and “ammuns,” “orringes” and “lemmuns.”
“Is this all?” inquired Roland.
“Yes, and tell Luke Barriere he must charge it to me, and tell him I’ll pay him as soon as I get paid for that last hogshead of tobacco I shipped to Barker’s.”
“All right, auntie.”