"I guess it's a head of lettuce," said she.
At that moment the door opened and Jonas Hawkins entered, bearing a huge
head of lettuce in his hand.
"Wall, Marthy," said Mr. Hawkins, "how did the man from Bosting like his
breakfast? I kalkilated them fresh-laid eggs would suit him to a T."
"He ain't got up yet," replied Mrs. Hawkins.
"Must have been putty tired," continued Mr. Hawkins. "I kinder envy him.
Do yer know, Marthy, if I wuz rich I wouldn't 'git up any day till it
wuz time to go to bed agin." And he laughed loudly at his own remark.
"What do yer expect me to do with that head of lettuce?" asked Mrs.
Hawkins with some asperity in her tone.
"Wall," said Jonas, "I was over to Hill's grocery and he'd ordered some
from Bosting for Mis' Putnam, but she's too sick to eat 'em, so Sam gave
me this one, 'cause we're putty good customers, you know, and I
kalkilated that if you made up one of them nice chicken salads o' yourn
it might please the new boarder and the old ones too;" and chuckling to
himself he laid the lettuce on the kitchen table and walked out into the
wood-shed.
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