"And there's the fire to make, and the floor to sweep, and the knives to clean, and the bread to make —"
"Bread! —" said Miss Haye.
"Or cakes," said Clam. "One or t'other 'll be wanted. I don't care which."
"Don't Emma know how?"
"She don't know a thing, but how to put Mrs. Haye's curls over a stick — when she ain't doin' her own."
"Then give me a basket — I'll go to Mountain Spring myself."
"Who'll bring the meat and things home?"
"I will; — or fish, or eggs, — something, whatever I can get."
"It 'll tire you, Miss 'Lizabeth — I guess, before you get back."
"You find me a basket — while I put on my bonnet," said Clam's mistress. And the one thing was done as soon as the other.