“Oh, jolly,” exclaimed Alta, “and you tell us a story while we work.”
“Name my apple first,” said Mary, jumping up and passing it for everybody to thump.
“And mine too,” said Sally, grabbing one.
“Here, Aunt ‘Liza, let’s name one for you, too.”
“Oh, git away with your foolishness, ’tain’t no use.”
“Let’s name one for her anyway,” said Alta. “Now all together, think hard and thump. Maybe it will bring Aunt ‘Liza a beau to-night.”
“Now for the peelin’s,” said Sally, swinging hers carefully above her head, and letting the paring drop behind her.
“It’s a G,” cried Mary; “who’s that?”
“Law, that’s easy,” said Aunt Liza, not too absorbed in her work to keep in with the fun; “G’s for Jim, of course.”
The girls squealed their delight at Aunt ‘Liza’s happy blunder.