“Often,” I answered.
“Wal, here's the key-note o' the song,” said Uncle Eb. “Now look here, Liz Brower,” he went on, “you tell 'Sindy we got to have the best dinner ever made by human hands. I'll bring some water.”
Elizabeth, Uncle Eb, and that daughter of Grandma Bisnette were there.
Hope and her mother went into the sitting-room, and I followed them, while Uncle Eb went to the well for water. She looked up at us proudly as we stood before her, side by side.
“Turn around,” she said, “an' let me look at ye careful.”
She surveyed the fit and material of Hope's gown with great satisfaction.
“Look so ye was just goin' t' be married,” she remarked.