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"Indeed it is excellent " I began. "Oh, stow your gab!" sneered the parrot, in a suddenly gruff bass voice. Aunt Electry rose and stamped her foot at him. "He only knows what he 's been taught long ago by a friend," said Aunt Gozeman reassuringly; "he can't tell anything new, right out!" All the crime they imputed to me then was gluttony in the matter of preserves! Very well; I preferred that.
"A friend 't had him on shipboard gave him to us long ago," explained Miss Gozeman, with gentle evasion; "we ain't ever been able to break him of it." What the habit was of which they had not been able to break him I sadly inferred. There was a munificent dish of the green melon and ginger preserves by my plate.
"Ask me again," I pleaded; "I have been so seldom invited to tea. I have enjoyed it." Even the fate of the green melon and ginger preserves lay hard on my awakened conscience. But I made up for that. Not for this winter nor any winter, so long as they live, should Aunt Electry or Aunt Gozeman want either for preserves or less brilliant condiments.
"Lectry 's a great girl for straight-for'ard langwidge," said Miss Gozeman kindly, pitying my confusion; she was only eighty and did not smoke. They led me out more nimbly, almost, than I could follow, to show me the "stock" some forlorn, fantastic stumps of trees, long dead, all whitewashed with tender art! the pet coon, the tame crow, the wicked goat.
"Sing 'We be a-sailin', sister," said Aunt Electry, when we had retired again to the fireside. Miss Gozeman obediently began, in a soft, timid tremulo. "We are eout on the ocean sailing," came in mocking, strident accents from the wood-shed; "Oh, h ll! give us a rest!" But dear Aunt Gozeman sang right on, smiling pitifully: "'To our home beyond the tide."
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