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But 'ere was we all a-thinkin' she'd be a 'igh an' mighty fashion-plate, and she ain't nothin' of the sort, onny jest like a little sugar figure on, a weddin'-cake wot looks sweet at ye and smiles pleasant, though she's got a flash in them eyes of her which minds me of a pony wot ain't altogether broke in.
With assumed carelessness, McKee answered: "I'm a-gettin'. Well, gents, I hopes you all'll enjoy this yere pink tea. Say, Bud, put a piece of weddin'-cake in your pocket for me. I wants to dream on it." "Who brought him here?" asked Jack, facing his guests. "I did," answered Bud defiantly. "You might have known better," was Jack's only comment. "I'm not a-sayin' who's to come and go.
Nobody could have dreamed as she cut it, every turn of her burned wrist giving her pain, of the frantic haste with which she had taken that old fruit cake out of the jar down-cellar, and pulled those sprigs of myrtle from the bank under the north windows. "Will you have some weddin'-cake?" said she. The ladies each took a slice gingerly and respectfully. Mrs. Lowe and Mrs.
Otheller Jones for dis evenin', to a reparatory 'tainment; and she would furder mention dat dare will be plenty ob weddin'-cake, wid a ring in it, ice cream in pinnacles, red and white, and a dance in de laundry to fiddles. Dar, dat's somethin' like." "Yes," said Caleb, quite breathless; "now tell it to me as I get ahead, 'cause it's a mighty long rigmarole."
I laughed, an' I say, 'Well, Pompey, I say, 'I don't know about loandin' out a chu'ch broom to a sinner like you. An' at dat he giggle, 'Well, we wants it to play preacher an' dat seems like a mighty suitable job for a chu'ch broom. An' of co'se wid dat I passed over de broom, wid my best wushes to de bride; an' when he fetched it back, I ricollec', he fetched me a piece o' de weddin'-cake but it warn't no mo'n common one-two-three-fo'-cup-cake wid about seventeen onfriendly reesons stirred into it wid brown sugar.
But divil the taste of weddin'-cake did I ever get off you. What " The little Irishman, thoughtlessly rattling on, pulled up in an instant, seeing the ghastly unmistakable change upon the other's face. He remembered the grim black reason for the change in Saxham, and for once, his habitual tact deserted him. His rosy gills purpled, even as had the Mayor's on the Dop Doctor's entrance.
"Good cooks," said Parenthesis, "never give away their receipts. Brings bad luck to 'em next time." "Aw, come now, Parenthy, tell me, an' I'll let you make my weddin'-cake." "Will you? an' let me put in whatever I want fer jokes on the boys?" "Yep, everything goes." "Oh, I'll give 'em somethin' to dream on, you can bet yer sweet life!
I 'clare, when I looks back, I sho' is ashamed to know dat dey was ever sech a po' weddin'-cake in my family I sho' is.
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