Samantha among the Brethren — Volume 7 by Marietta Holley
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there but what gin her some different receipt fer helpin' her hands,
besides sympathy, lots and lots of it, and pity. Wall, Sister Sypher'ses husband is clost, very clost with her. She don't have anythin' to give, only her labor, as well off as they be. And now he wuz so wrapped up in that buzz saw mill business that she wouldn't have dasted to approach him any way, that is, to ask him for a cent. Wall, what should that good little creeter do but gin all the money she had earned and saved durin' the past year or two, and had laid by for emergincies or bunnets. She had got over two dollars and seventy-five cents, which she handed right over to the treasurer of the fair to get materials for fancy work. When they wuz got she proposed to knit three pairs of men's socks out of zephyr woosted, and she said she was goin' to try to pick enough strawberrys to buy a pair of the socks for Deacon Sypher. She said it would be a comfort for her to do it, for they would be so soft for the Deacon's feet. Wall, Sister Gowdy wuz the last one to gin in dress gin to her by her uncle out to the Ohio. It wuz gin her to mourn for her mother-in-law in. And what should that good, willin' creeter do but bring that dress and gin it to the fair to sell. We hated to take it, we hated to like dogs, for we knew Sister Gowdy needed it. But she would make us take it; she said "if her Mother Gowdy wuz alive, |
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