Then I felt a little streaked too, ’cause they was blushin’ as hard as they could.
“Highty-tity!” ses the old lady, “what monstrous finement. I’d like to know what harm ther is in stockins. People now-a-days is gittin’ so mealy-mouthed they can’t call nothin’ by its rite name, and I don’t see as they’s any better than the old time people was. When I was a gall like you, child, I use to hang up my stockins and git ’em full of presents.”
The gals kep laughin’.
“Never mind,” ses Miss Mary, “Majer’s got to give me a Crismus gift—won’t you, Majer?”
“Oh, yes,” ses I, “you know I promised you one.”
“But I didn’t mean that,” ses she.
“I’ve got one for you, what I want you to keep all your life, but it would take a two-bushel bag to hold it,” ses I.
“Oh, that’s the kind,” ses she.
“But will you keep it as long as you live?” ses I.
“Certainly I will, Majer.”