TIMOTHY'S QUEST (Children's Book) by Kate Douglas Wiggin

Author:Kate Douglas Wiggin [Wiggin, Kate Douglas]
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9788075832740
Publisher: Musaicum Books
Published: 2017-05-22T00:00:00+00:00

Scene X.

The Supper Table

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AUNT HITTY COMES TO “MAKE OVER,” AND SUPPLIES BACK NUMBERS TO ALL THE VILLAGE HISTORIES.

Aunt Hitty, otherwise Mrs. Silas Tarbox, was as cheery and loquacious a person as you could find in a Sabbath day’s journey. She was armed with a substantial amount of knowledge at almost every conceivable point; but if an unexpected emergency ever did arise, her imagination was equal to the strain put upon it and rose superior to the occasion. Yet of an evening, or on Sunday, she was no village gossip; it was only when you put a needle in her hand or a cutting-board in her lap that her memory started on its interminable journeyings through the fields of the past. She knew every biography and every “ought-to-be-ography” in the county, and could tell you the branches of every genealogical tree in the village.

It was dusk at the White Farm, and a late supper was spread upon the hospitable board. (Aunt Hitty was always sure of a bountiful repast. If one were going to economize, one would not choose for that purpose the day when the village seamstress came to sew; especially when the aforesaid lady served the community in the stead of a local newspaper.)

The children had eaten their bread and milk, and were out in the barn with Jabe, watching the milking. Aunt Hitty was in a cheerful mood as she reflected on her day’s achievements. Out of Dr. Jonathan Cummins’ old cape coat she had carved a pair of brief trousers and a vest for Timothy; out of Mrs. Jonathan Cummins’ waterproof a serviceable jacket; and out of Deacon Abijah Cummins’ linen duster an additional coat and vest for warm days. The owners of these garments had been dead many years, but nothing was ever thrown away (and, for that matter, very little given away) at the White Farm, and the ancient habiliments had finally been diverted to a useful purpose.

“I hope I shall relish my vittles to-night,” said Aunt Hitty, as she poured her tea into her saucer, and set the cup in her little blue “cup-plate;” “but I’ve had the neuralgy so in my face that it’s be’n more ‘n ten days sence I’ve be’n able to carry a knife to my mouth…. Your meat vittles is always so tasty, Miss Cummins. I was sayin’ to Mis’ Sawyer last week I think she lets her beef hang too long. Its dretful tender, but I don’t b’lieve its hullsome. For my part, as I’ve many a time said to Si, I like meat with some chaw to it…. Mis’ Sawyer don’t put half enough vittles on her table. She thinks it scares folks; it don’t me a mite,—it makes me ‘s hungry as a wolf. When I set a table for comp’ny I pile on a hull lot, ‘n’ I find it kind o’ discourages ‘em…. Mis’ Southwick’s hevin’ a reg’lar brash o’ house-cleanin’. She’s too p’ison neat for any earthly use, that woman is.

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