"Whose hay is in first, and whose orchard will yield the most cider," said Euphemia.
"Yes; and how all their children are, and how many eggs go in a pudding."
"I don't believe they make puddings with eggs very often," said the other sister again. "Their puddings are more like hasty puddings, I fancy."
"Some of 'em make pretty good things," said old Mr. Bowdoin. "Things you can't beat, Phemie. There's Mrs. Mansfield—she's a capital housekeeper; and Mrs. Starling. She can cook."
"What do they expect you to do at the sewing meeting, Vevay?"
"Show myself, I suppose," said Mrs. Reverdy.
"Well, I guess I'd go," said her grandfather, looking at her. "It would be as good a thing as you could do."
"Go, grandpa? O, how ridiculous!" exclaimed Mrs. Reverdy, with her pretty face all wrinkled up with amusement.
"Go? yes. Why not?"
"I don't know how to knit; and I shouldn't know how to talk orchards and puddings."