CHAPTER XIII

CHAPTER XIV


SWEET CICELY




CHAPTER I.


It was somewhere about the middle of winter, along in the forenoon, that
Josiah Allen was telegrafted to, unexpected. His niece Cicely and her
little boy was goin' to pass through Jonesville the next day on her way to
visit her aunt Mary (aunt on her mother's side), and she would stop off,
and make us a short visit if convenient.

We wuz both tickled, highly tickled; and Josiah, before he had read the
telegraf ten minutes, was out killin' a hen. The plumpest one in the flock
was the order I give; and I wus a beginnin' to make a fuss, and cook up
for her.

We loved her jest about as well as we did Tirzah Ann. Sweet Cicely was
what we used to call her when she was a girl. Sweet Cicely is a plant that
has a pretty white posy. And our niece Cicely was prettier and purer and
sweeter than any posy that ever grew: so we thought then, and so we think
still.