Sam Lawson's Oldtown Fireside Stories: With IllustrationsStowe, Harriet Beecher
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Sam Lawson's Oldtown Fireside Stories: With Illustrations
Stowe, Harriet Beecher
New England -- Social life and customs -- 19th century -- Fiction; Short stories, American; Storytelling -- Fiction
“Then Mis' Sawin she took it up. (Ye see, Mis' Sawin used to go out to
dress-makin', and was sort o' jealous, 'cause folks sot more by Huldy
than they did by her). 'Well,' says she, 'Huldy Peters is well enough at
her trade. I never denied that, though I do say I never did believe in
her way o' makin' button-holes; and I must say, if 'twas the dearest
friend I hed, that I thought Huldy tryin' to fit Mis' Kittridge's
plumb-colored silk was a clear piece o' presumption; the silk was jist
spiled, so 'twarn't fit to come into the meetin'-house. I must say,
Huldy's a gal that's always too ventersome about takin' 'spon-sibilities
she don't know nothin' about.'
“'Of course she don't,' said Mis' Deakin Blodgett. 'What does she know
about all the lookin' and see-in' to that there ought to be in guidin'
the minister's house. Huldy's well meanin', and she's good at her work,
and good in the singers' seat; but Lordy massy I she hain't got no
experience. Parson Carryl ought to have an experienced woman to
keep house for him. There's the spring house-cleanin' and the fall
house-cleanin' to be seen to, and the things to be put away from the
moths; and then the gettin' ready for the association and all the
ministers' meetin's; and the makin' the soap and the candles, and
settin' the hens and turkeys, watchin' the calves, and seein' after the
'hired men and the garden; and there that 'are blessed man jist sets
there at home as serene, and has nobody 'round but that 'are gal, and
don't even know how things must be a runnin' to waste!'
“Wal, the upshot on't was, they fussed and fuzzled and wuzzled till
they'd drinked up all the tea in the teapot; and then they went down and
called on the parson, and wuzzled him all up talkin' about this, that,
and t'other that wanted lookin' to, and that it was no way to leave
every thing to a young chit like Huldy, and that he ought to be lookin'
about for an experienced woman. The parson he thanked 'em kindly, and
said he believed their motives was good, but he didn't go no further.
He didn't ask Mis' Pipperidge to come and stay there and help him, nor
nothin' o' that kind; but he said he'd attend to matters himself. The
fact was, the parson had got such a likin' for havin' Huldy 'round, that
he couldn't think o' such a thing as swappin' her off for the Widder
Pipperidge.
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