“Well, you can see how much it amounted to,” returned Mrs. Babcock, with a triumphant sniff. “Folks ought to have been ashamed of themselves, scarin' Mis' Field the way they did about her. Seemed as if they was determined to have Lois go into consumption whether or no, an' was goin' to push her in, if they couldn't manage it in no other way. I s'pose you've sent all Mis' Field's things down there, Mandy?”
“The furniture is all up garret,” said Amanda. “All I've sent down was their clothes. Mis' Field had me pack 'em up in their two trunks, an' send 'em down to Lois. I didn't see why she didn't have me mark 'em to her.”
“I should think it was kind of queer,” said Mrs. Green. “Now s'pose we go, what had we better carry for clothes? We don't need no trunk.”
“Of course we don't,” said Mrs. Babcock promptly. “We can each carry a bag. We ain't going to need much.”
“I guess, if I went,” said Amanda, “that I should carry this sacque to slip on, if it's as hot weather as 'tis now. I should have to do it up, but that ain't much work.”
Mrs. Babcock eyed it. “Well, I dunno,” said she; “it's pretty long in the shoulders seams. I dunno how much they dress down there where Mis' Field lives. Mebbe 'twould do.”
“There's one thing I've been thinkin' about,” Mrs. Green said, with an anxious air. “If we go down on that early train, an' stay all day in Boston, we shall have to buy us something to eat; we should get dreadful faint before we got out to Mis' Field's, and things are dreadful high in those places.”
“Oh, land!” cried Mrs. Babcock in a superior tone. “All we've got to do is to carry some luncheon with us. I'll make some pies, and you can bake some cookies, an' then we'll set down in Boston Common an' eat it. That's the way lots of folks do. That ain't nothin' to worry about. Well, now, I think it's about time for us to decide whether or no we're goin'. I've got to go home an' git supper.”
“I'll do jest as the rest say,” said Mrs. Green. “I s'pose I can go. I s'pose father'll say I'd better. An' Abby she was all for it, when I spoke about it to her. She thinks she can have the Fay girl over to stay with her, an' she wants me to buy her a dress in Boston, instead of gettin' it here.”
“Well,” said Amanda, with a sigh—she was quite pale—“I'll think of it.”