Thank the Lord, I got manners
enough to attend to it! How much coffee did you come over here to
borrow?"
"A cupful will do, 'til the morning. I'll bring it back before
breakfast."
"Put it in this jar when you do. I keep what you pay back separate
from ours, so's I can lend it to you again. We ain't used to chicory."
Norah coughed deprecatingly behind her hand:
"Sure you might make allowance fer a lady as busy as Mrs. Ivy. She
can't get her mind down to ordn'ary things."
"Stop her settin' on club boards, and meetin' on committees, and
tryin' to regulate the nation, and she might remember to order the
groceries. What's she workin' on now?"
"A begger man. It was readin' Scriptures to him she was when I come
away, and him a-settin' there, right pitiful, a-tellin' her how he'd
lost all he had in the flood. A religious talkin' man if I ever heard
one."
"Red-headed?" inquired Myrtella, arresting a hot iron in mid air.
"He was."
"When she gits done with him, you send him over here," Myrtella
brought the iron down on the board with a thud. "If there is one
person in the world I'm layin' for it's a red-headed flood-sufferer.
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