"Well!" said Nancy "what are you going to do now?"
"Put away these dishes, and then churn," said Ellen.
"My goodness! so you are. What's going to be for dinner,
Ellen?"
"That's more than I know," said Ellen, laughing. "We have eaten up Mrs. Van Brunt's pie, and washed the dish there's nothing but some cold potatoes."
"That won't do," said Nancy. "I tell you what, Ellen we'll just boil pot for to-day; somebody else will send us something by to-morrow most likely."
"I don't know what you mean by 'boil pot,' " said Ellen.
"Oh, you don't know everything yet, by half. I know I'll fix it. You just give me the things, Miss Housekeeper, that's all you've got to do; I want a piece of pork and a piece of beef, and all the vegetables you've got."
"All?" said Ellen.
"Every soul on 'em. Don't be scared, Ellen; you shall see what I can do in the way of cookery if you don't like it you needn't eat it. What have you got in the cellar?"
"Come and see, and take what you want, Nancy; there is plenty of potatoes and carrots and onions, and beets, I believe the turnips are all gone."