“Put everything on it just as I showed you yesterday?”
“Nom! I ain’t put nothin’ on it. I jes’ sot the cheers up to it, but all the gals is got ter do is jes’ retch the things off’n the sidebo’d.”
That meant that Helen must run and get the table set as quickly as possible as it was three minutes to seven.
Chloe followed her meekly to the dining-room to do her bidding.
“Run back to the kitchen, Chloe, and look at the biscuit, and see if they are burning,” cried Helen as she rapidly placed the silver on the table.
A few minutes later, having set the table she hastened to the kitchen. An ominous odor greeted her.
“Chloe, did you look at the biscuit?”
“Yassum! They was gettin’ ready to burn. I guess they is ’bout burned by now.”
“Oh, Chloe, why didn’t you take them out?” and poor Helen thought maybe she was going to weep with exasperation.