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Updated: May 29, 2025
"Perhaps you can cook too!" "I can cuke some." "What nationality are you?" "I bane Luther." "German?" smiling. "Naw! I bane Swede," and Josie permitted an expression of disgust to flit over her otherwise blank countenance. "Well, when can you go to work?" "How much you bane pay?" "Of course! How stupid of me! What do you ask?"
The wumman can do more, if the mon'll be eatin' what they cuke for 'im," said the candid old Scotchman. "Mak' 'im eat! Mak' 'im eat!" Once more Tom pounded along the shining road to Kesota to meet the six-o'clock train from Chicago. Herman, magnificently clothed in fur-lined ulster and cap, alighted with unusually grave face, and hurried toward Mattie. "Well, what is it, Sis? Mother sick?"
Josie could well understand that the girls in the business world did not find him so agreeable as the society girls. "All right, sir! I bane on time. Must I cuke everything I find in the refrigerator?" "Heavens, no! Just get up a good dinner. If you don't know how you better say so and get out before you start." "I bane asking, but if you don't want me to ask I bane smart enough to yump in."
"Well, perhaps I was wrong about that cuke." The next minute he had raised the clumsily-glazed sliding sash, with a hot puff of moist air smelling delicious as it reached his nostrils, while he propped up the glass, reached in, and began turning over the prickly leaves, laying bare the rather curly little specimens of the cool, pleasant fruit; but there was no sign of the big, well-grown vegetable.
"I am not at all sure scroobing isn't Irish and cuke for cook might be any old language. The poor man has got an awful backache, Josie O'Gorman, and you ought to feel sorry for him." In less than an hour Josie was summoned to her master's bedside. "The letters are written, and a hard job it was, too, with this infernal lumbago getting me if I so much as lift a finger.
"I try to but they have all left me lately. Would you work with colored people?" "You bane meaning blacks? I do not love them but if you try me you find I do twice three time as much work as blacks." "And your name?" "Miss Josie Larson!" "All right, Miss Josie Larson, suppose you come in the morning and go to work." "I bane come tomorrow night and cuke the dinner.
Cook said she had conthracted to cuke for a small family, not to run a continurous bairbecue. Besides she had to answer the doorbell so much she couldn't get her hands into the dough, before they were out again. And dinner was never ready. The amount of tea consumed and bakery cake and the butter, began to alarm Mrs. Budlong.
The wumman can do more, if the mon'll be eatin' what they cuke for 'im," said the candid old Scotchman. "Mak' 'im eat. Mak' 'im eat." Once more Tom pounded along the shining road to Kesota to meet the six-o'clock train from Chicago. Herman, magnificently clothed in fur-lined ulster and cap, alighted with unusually grave face and hurried toward Mattie. "Well, what is it, sis? Mother sick?"
By the way, I wonder what became of the beautiful cuke that lay, at the back under the big leaves we didn't have it indoors! I'm sure he takes some of them away. Uncle never misses anything out of the garden, but I do."
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