I've fixed up somethin' pretty nice for him, and I don't
propose to see it wasted."
"What are you goin' to do with it?" asked Betsy. "'Twon't keep till
to-morrer mornin'."
"I'm goin' to eat it myself," said Mrs. Hawkins. And suiting the action
to the word, she transferred the appetizing breakfast to the kitchen
table, and, taking a seat, began to devour it.
"Have you seen your sister, Samanthy, lately?" she asked.
"I was up there Sunday evening," replied Betsy, "and she said Mis'
Putnam was failin' very fast. She keeps her bed all the time now, and
Samanthy has to run up and down stairs, 'bout forty times a day. She
won't let Miss Lindy do a thing for her."
"Well, if I was Lindy," said Mrs. Hawkins, "I wouldn't do anything for
her if she wanted me to. She used to abuse that child shamefully. Is
Miss Lindy goin' to keep house arter her mother dies?"
"No," said Betsy, "she's got her things all packed up, and she told
Samanthy she should leave town for well and good as soon as her mother
was buried."
"I don't blame her," exclaimed Mrs. Hawkins. "Where's Samanthy goin'?"
"Oh, she says she wants to rest awhile afore she goes anywheres else to
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