Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a PoliticianHolley, Marietta
Religion
Sweet Cicely — or Josiah Allen as a Politician
Holley, Marietta
Methodist Church (U.S.) -- Fiction; Temperance and religion -- Fiction; Women -- Suffrage -- Fiction
I told her she needn't work any for me. But she is a dretful handy
little thing about the house, or outdoors. When Josiah was sick, and
when the hired man happened to be away, she would go right out to the
barn, and fodder the cattle jest as well as a man could. And Josiah said
she milked faster than he could, to save his life. Her father had nine
girls and no boys; and he brought some of the girls up when they was
little, kinder boy-like, and they knew all about outdoor work.
Wall, it was all decided on, that they should come right back here jest
as soon as they ended their tower. They was a goin' to Ury's sister's,
Miss Reuben Henzy's, and laid out to be gone about four days, or from
four days to a week.
And I went to cookin' for the weddin' about a week before it took place.
I thought I would invite the minister and his wife and family, and
Philury's sister-in-law's family,--the only one of her relations
who lived near us, and she was poor; and her classmates at Sunday
school,--there was twelve of 'em,--and our children and their families.
And I asked Miss Gowdey'ses folks, but didn't expect they would come,
owin' to that hardness about the grindstun. But everybody else come that
was invited; and though I am far from bein' the one that ort to say it,
the supper was successful. It was called “excellent” by the voice, and
the far deeper language of consumption.
They all seemed to enjoy it: and Ury took out his gum, and put it under
the table-leaf before he begun to eat; and I found it there afterwards.
He was excited, I s'pose, and forgot to take it agin when he left the
table.
Philury looked pretty. She had on a travellin'-dress of a sort of a warm
brown,--a color that kinder set off her freckles. It was woosted,
and trimmed with velvet of a darker shade; and her hat and her gloves
matched.
Her dress was picked out to suit me. Ury wanted her to be married in
a yellow tarleton, trimmed with red. And she was jest that obleegin',
clever creeter, that she would have done it if it hadn't been for me.
[Illustration: THE WEDDING SUPPER.]
I says to her and to him,--
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