house, I shan't wear the splint. I can run all over the house, and he'll
be willing I should go up stairs, and down cellar, you know."

Prudy sighed. Sometimes she almost longed for "God's house."

"Well, let's go on with our play," said Annie, impatiently. "It's most
supper-time, Mrs. Shotwell. Come in, Betsey."

"Ma'am?" said Betsey, appearing at the door, and turning up one ear,
very much as if it were a dipper, in which she expected to catch the
words which dropped from the lips of her mistress. "Betsey, have you
attended to your sister--to my little child, I mean? Then go out and
make some sassafras cakes, and some eel-pie, and some squirrel-soup;
and set the table in five minutes: do you hear?"

"Ma'am?" said the deaf servant; "what did you say about ginger-bread?"

Susy did not like her part of the game; but she played it as well as she
could, and let Annie manage everything, because that was what pleased
Annie.

"O, how stupid Betsey is!" said Mr. Piper, coming to the aid of his
wife. "Mrs. Piper says eel-jumbles, and sassafras-pie, and pound-cake;
all made in five minutes!"

Here everybody laughed, and Prudy, suddenly remembering her part,
sighed, and said,--

"O, my darlin' husband used to like jumble-pie! I've forgot to cry for
ever so long!"