colonial viands.

"Ugh!" she said. "Catch me putting a morsel of that poisonous stuff
inside my mouth. Well, well, you'll see I'm right, Maria. She don't pay
her way, so she's ashamed, and well she may be, to look honest folk in
the face."

"Beatrice has got up to the other boat," interrupted Miss Peters. Give
me the glass, quickly, Martha. My word, the two boats are touching.
And--would you believe it?--one of the young ladies is getting into
Bee's boat, Martha. She's towing Driver's boat after her own! Well,
well, that will be nuts to Mrs. Bertram. I declare, Martha, I shouldn't
be one bit surprised if that young jackanapes of a brother fell in love
with our Bee."

"He won't get her for his pains," retorted Mrs. Butler. "Those who don't
pay their way won't touch Beatrice Meadowsweet's fortune. But, there,
I'm sick of the subject. Let's talk of something else. Isn't that Mrs.
Gorman Stanley coming down the street? Open the window and call out to
her, Maria. Ask her if she wants me to send her round one pound of
butter, or two from the farm?"




CHAPTER VII.

REPLY FOR US, KATE.