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The Road to Providence by Maria Thompson Daviess
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pains and trying to make a good, proper husband outen you for some
nice girl, what some other woman have been putting licks on to get
ready for you, that I've been too pushed to think about the wrongs
being did to me. But not knowing any more about it than I do, I
think this woman's rumpus all sounds kinder like a hen scratching
around in unlikely and contrary corners for the bread of life, when
she knows they is plenty of crumbs at the kitchen door to be et up.
But if you're going to ride over to Flat Rock this evening you'd
better go on and get back in time for some riz biscuits as Elinory
is a-making for you this blessed minute."

"She's not making them for me," answered the young Doctor with the
color rising under his clear, tanned skin up to his very forelock.
As he spoke he busied himself with bridling his restless young mare.

"Of course she is," answered his mother serenely. "Women don't take
no interest in cooking unless they's a man to eat the fixings. Left
to herself she'd eat store bread and cheese with her head outen the
window for the birds to clean up the crumbs. Stop by and ask after
Mis' Bostick and the Deacon. And if you bring me a little candy from
the store with the letters, maybe I'll eat it to please you. Now be
a-going so as to be a-coming the sooner." With which admonition
Mother took her departure down the garden path.

She was tall and broad, was Mother Mayberry, and in her walk was
left much of the lissome strength of her girlhood to lighten the
matronly dignity of her carriage. Her stiffly starched, gray-print
skirts swept against a budding border of jonquils and the spring
breezes floated an end of her white lawn tie as a sort of challenge
to a young cherry tree, that was trying to snow out under the
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