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Everything seemed to go wrong. The butter was twice as long a-coming as ever I knowed it, and the broad beans got black fly, and father lost half his hay with the weather. If it had been me that had done something unkind, father would have said it was a Providence on me.
Patty burst into laughter, and so did the rest of them, though only Elise and Rosamond knew what the joke was about. "Non, Non!" exclaimed Patty, between her peals of laughter; "beans, beans! oh, wait a minute, I'll tell you, I'll tell you; stop, let me think!" After a moment's hard thought, she triumphantly exclaimed, "Feve!"
And I prepared a glass can of baked beans brown and crispy, but sweet and rich tastin' as beans know how to be when well cooked, then I briled two young chickens a light yeller brown, and basted 'em well with melted butter, and had a new quart basin of as good dressin' as Jonesville ever turned out, and I've seen good dressers in my day.
I'll jest fasten up the house, and walk over there while the beans is a-seethin', and see if I can't pick up something real good to eat." He made his way through the crowd, which seemed to him to smell of whisky, until he came to the shelf across the front, and took a look at the stock. It seemed almost wholly made up of canned goods, and boxes of half-Spanish cigars, and play ing-cards.
"I'll put a stick by it," said Susie, "so I can watch it. Good-by, baby," giving the ground a little pat; "go to sleep." Then she ran after Uncle Robert and Donald. "How thick the morning glories are!" said Donald. "Some of them have several leaves on, but here is one with only two." "They don't look as the bean leaves do," said Susie. "The beans are so thick! These have real leaves."
If Scott could get the idea of fighting with his mind instead of his gun, he'd be a good citizen." Peter grinned at Fowler. "The infants are running the Valley already! Well, why not? They are the new generation." "Peter," demanded Judith, "aren't those beans ready yet?" The postmaster started to his feet. "I suppose you folks are hungry. Judith, you set the table.
The squaws made the sugar in the spring; they felled the trees and fashioned from the barks the troughs to catch the maple sap, which they boiled down into sugar; they planted and tended the fields of corn and beans; they did everything that was like work, indoors and out, and the men did nothing that was not like play or war.
And, in short, why do not you frighten them by bellowing aloud? Nature has furnished you with means to command respect; but you do not use them. They bring you sorry beans and bad straw; eat none of them, only smell and then leave them. If you follow my advice, you will soon experience a change, for which you will thank me."
There, all in one room, lighted by a huge wood-fire, rafters above, puncheon floor beneath cane-bottomed chairs and two beds the only furniture-"pap," barefooted, the old mother in the chimney-corner with a pipe, strings of red pepper-pods, beans and herbs hanging around and above, a married daughter with a child at her breast, two or three children with yellow hair and bare feet all looking with all their eyes at the two visitors who had dropped upon them from another world.
We water the beans every day, we watch them coming up with the greatest delight. Day by day I increase this delight by saying, "Those belong to you."
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