"Oh, wait till you see. I wouldn't be you to-morrow for something, though. Do you like sewing?"
"Sewing!" said Ellen. But "Girls! girls! what are you leaving the door open for!" sounded from the kitchen, and they hurried in.
" 'Most got through, Nancy?" inquired Bob Lawson. (Miss
Fortune had gone downstairs.)
"Han't begun to, Mr. Lawson. There's every bit as many to do as there was at your house t'other night."
"What on airth does she want with such a sight of 'em," inquired Dan Dennison.
"Live on pies and apple-sass till next summer," suggested Mimy
Lawson.
"That's the stuff for my money!" replied her brother; "taters and apple-sass is my sass in the winter."
"It's good those is easy got," said his sister Mary; "the sass is the most of the dinner to Bob, most commonly."
"Are they fixing for more apple-sass down-stairs?" Mr.
Dennison went on rather drily.
"No hush!" said Juniper Hitchcock "sassages!"