He stepped to the door and brought in a peck basket full of large, black, twisted shells, and with a heavy clasp-knife proceeded to open one, and took out a great oyster, which he held up on the point of the blade.
“Try it,” he said; and then Aunt Lyddy, after she had swallowed it, laughed to think what a tableau they had made,—a man who had been in the State prison standing over her with a great knife! And then she laughed again.
“What are you laughing at?” he said.
“It popped into my head, supposing Susan should have looked in at the south window and Joshua in at the door, when you was feeding out that oyster to me, what they would have thought!”
Eph laughed too; and, surely enough, just then a stout, light-haired, rather plain-looking young woman came up to the south window and leaned in. She had on a sun-bonnet, which had not prevented her from securing a few choice freckles. She had been working with a trowel in her flower-garden.
“What's the matter?” she said, nodding easily to Eph. “What do you two always find to laugh about?”
“Ephraim was feeding me with spoon-meat,” said Aunt Lyddy, pointing to the basket, which looked like a basket of anthracite coal.
“It looks like spoon-meat!” said Susan, and then she laughed too. “I 'll roast some of them for supper,” she added,—“a new way that I know.”
Eph was not invited to stay to supper, but he stayed, none the less: that was always understood.
“Well, well, well!” said Joshua, coming to the door-step, and washing his hands and arms just outside, in a tin basin. “I thought I see you set down a parcel of oysters—but there was sea-weed over 'em, and I don' know's I could have said they was oysters; but then, if the square question had been put to me, 'Mr. Carr, be them oysters or be they not?' I s'pose I should have said they was; still, if they 'd asked me how I knew—”