"
"Wall," said Mrs. Putnam, "I want the plaster fust, and you go right
down stairs and mix it up quick."
When Samanthy returned to the kitchen she found that Lindy had the
plaster all ready. Samanthy took it, and started upstairs.
Lindy said to her, "Don't tell her that I made it." As she said this she
stepped back into the kitchen and closed the door.
As Samanthy approached the bedside with the plaster, Mrs. Putnam looked
up and asked, "Did you make that plaster, Samanthy?"
"Yes'm," replied Samanthy.
"You're lyin', Samanthy Green, and you know yer are. You can't fool me.
Didn't I hear yer talkin' to somebody in the kitchen?"
"Yes'm," assented Samanthy.
"Wall," rejoined Mrs. Putnam, "of course I know who it wuz yer wuz
talkin' to. Did she make the plaster?"
"Yes'm," again assented Samanthy.
"Give it to me," said Mrs. Putnam.
Samanthy passed it to her, and the old lady crumpled it in her hand's
and threw it across the room. "Now go down stairs, Samanthy Green, and
make me a mustard plaster, as I told yer to, and when I git up outer
this I'll see if I can't git somebody to wait on me that kin tell the
truth 'thout my havin' to help 'em.
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