“It seems to me as if I should like a little lemonade, Josiah, but the lemons are all gone.” Says he, “I will harness up the old mare and start for Jonesville this minute, and get you some.” But after he got out in the kitchen, and his hat on, he stuck his head into the door, and with a mournful countenance, snickered. After he fairly sot sail for Jonesville, now, thinks I to myself, I will have a good nap, and rest my head while he is gone, and I had jest got settled down, and was thinkin’ sweetly how slow the old mare was, when I heerd a noise in the kitchen. And Tirzah Ann come in, and says she-- “Betsey Bobbet has come; I told her I guessed you was a goin’ to sleep, and she hadn’t better come in, but she acted so mad about it, that I don’t know what to do.” Before I could find time to tell her to lock the door, and put a chair against it, Betsey come right in, and says she-- “Josiah Allen’s wife, how do you feel this mornin’?” and she added sweetly, “You see I have come.” “I feel dreadful bad and feverish, this mornin’,” says I, groanin’ in spite of myself. For my head felt the worst it had, everything looked big, and sick to the stomach to me, kinder waverin’ and floatin’ round like. “Yes, I know jest how you feel, Josiah Allen’s wife, for I have felt jest so, only a great deal worse--why, talkin’ about fevahs, Josiah Allen’s wife, I have had such a fevah that the sweat stood in great drops all ovah me.” She took her things off, and laid ’em on the table, and she had a bag hangin’ on her arm pretty near as big as a flour sack, and she laid that down in one chair and took another one herself, and then she continued, “I have come down to spend the entiah day with you, Josiah Allen’s wife. We heerd that you was sick, and we thought we would all come doun and spend the day with you. We have got relations from a distance visitin’ us,--relations on fathah’s side--and they are all a comin’. Mothah is comin’ and Aunt Betsey, and cousin Annah Mariah and her two children. But we don’t want you to make any fuss for us at all--only cousin Annah Mariah was sayin’ yesterday that she did want an old-fashioned boiled dinnah, before she went back to New York. Mothah was goin’ to boil one yesterday, but you know jest how it scents up a house, and in _my_ situation, not knowin’ _when_ I shall receive interestin’ calls, I _do_ want to keep up a agreeable atmospheah. I told Annah Mariah _you_ had all kinds of garden sauce. We don’t want you to make any difference for us--not in the least--but boiled dinnahs, with a boiled puddin’ and sugar sauce, are perfectly beautiful.” I groaned in a low tone, but Betsey was so engaged a talkin’, that she didn’t heed it, but went on in a high, excited tone--