Billie Bradley and Her Inheritance - The Queer Homestead at Cherry Corners by Janet D. Wheeler
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mistress, who was still regarding her with horrified eyes.
"But, Debbie," gasped Billie when she could find her voice, "I don't know a thing in the world about cooking. Have you--have you--ordered anything?" "Yas, indeed," Debbie assured her, going on to explain that the meal was virtually prepared anyway. "I done made a salad for you and Chet, an' the butter beans am in de pan. Dere is some stew too, which all you has to do is to warm up, Miss Billie. An' I done make a big peach pie, an' dere's some whipped cream in de 'frig'rater. So I reckons you-all won't starve to death," she added, with a broad smile that showed all her strong white teeth back to the last molar. As for Billie, she could have hugged the mountainous black figure in the relief she felt. Why, with the dinner all prepared like this it would be just a lark to put it on the table--for just her and Chet alone. "Debbie, you're a darling and I love you!" she cried, joyfully. "But you know you really shouldn't have scared me so--it wasn't fair." For answer Debbie grinned again and began to get her bulky figure up the stairs, preparatory to dressing for the "in-gagement" with her "young man." Billie watched her go, and then with a little chuckle resumed her dusting. "I'd like to see Debbie's young man," she mused, a smile twisting the corners of her mouth. "He ought to be a giant. Anyway, I feel sorry for |
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