North Carolina -- Social life and customs -- Fiction; Short stories, American
During her frictionally industrious year, the stream of company had
somewhat lessened, but within a month after her return to the old
smiling status it had resumed its normal flow. As time passed, the
family larder was heavily, though genially, touched. The children’s
winter store of “balanced rations” melted away in hospitable warmth,
the cows dribbled their milk uncertainly, and if butter appeared on
the breakfast-table, the small saucer was much augmented by a big bowl
of gravy made of half-cooked flour and grease, which at least was
“filling”; and so long as the holiday atmosphere prevailed, every one,
family and visitors alike, was superbly indifferent to dietary monotony.
I did not resume my encouraging contributions, and probably this was
taken as a hint of disapproval, which caused a slight tension between
our houses. One day near dark, when I found that Serena had to provide
for nine sleepers besides her own ten, I offered to take three of the
small children home with me, and met a dignified refusal. She “wouldn’t
think o’ troublin’ me noway.” I went home, my conscience narcotized,
and feeling a sort of admiration for Serena’s resourcefulness. But
about bedtime she appeared, a little crestfallen, and said: “I reckon
I’ll have to let the young-uns come over this onct. Uncle Med Pace
drapped in jest now with two o’ his boys, an’ I ain’t got another tick
I can put down. Ef it wuzn’t sech a cold night I could make out with a
pallet, but we need all the kivers on the beds.”
I told her I should be glad to have the children, perhaps overdoing
my heartiness because of her evident compunction. When she left, to
send them over, she observed the highland punctilio of asking me
to accompany her and spend the night. This with no sense of the
ludicrous. It was immemorial custom, from which any deviation, under
any circumstances, would have seemed boorish.
The next time I was called upon to receive the overflow from her cabin
there was less reluctance in her manner, and the third time it was done
with such ease of spirit that I said testily: “Serena, why don’t you
take boarders and get a little pay for your trouble?”
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