Barbara nodded.
“Want any vegetables this morning?”
“No, I have already ordered my meals to-day.”
“Got some nice corn out there in my wagon. An’ some prime cauliflower.”
“I don’t want either, to-day.”
“All right; only you know you save money by buyin’ from me instead of the grocery-store. Your ma would tell you that, if she wuz here. How is your ma?”
“Getting better, slowly.”
“That’s good; give her my respects when you write. Leander Hopkins’s respects, an’ hopes you will soon be in your accustomed health again. How are you gettin’ on while she’s gone? Are you just helpin’ in the kitchen, or are you without?”
“Without?”