"There's two hens layin' out—I'll go and look them up. And I ain't been in the woodshed chamber yet. I'll go'n hunt. You set right here with my sister." And Mrs. Ames bustled off.
"Pleasant view you have here," said Mrs. MacAvelly politely, while Mrs.
Holmes rocked and fanned herself.
"Pleasant! Glad you think so, ma'am. Maybe you city folks wouldn't think so much of views if you had nothing else to look at!"
"What would you like to look at?"
"Folks!" said Mrs. Joyce briefly. "Lots of folks! Somethin' doin'."
"You'd like to Iive in the city?"
"Yes, ma'am—I would so! I worked in the city once when I was a girl. Waitress. In a big restaurant. I got to be cashier—in two years! I like the business!"
"And then you married a farmer?" suggested Mrs. Holmes.
"Yes, I did. And I never was sorry, Mrs. Holmes. David Joyce was a mighty good man. We was engaged before I left home—I was workin' to help earn, so 't we could marry."
"There's plenty of work on a farm, isn't there?" Mrs. MacAvelly inquired.