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He certainly was one grand gentleman. The proprietor was away, and Skip could afford to be generous. Kedzie left him and found the landlady and got a home; and then she found the store and got a job. For a time she was in Eden. The doleful proprietor's doleful wife was usually down-cellar making ice-cream while her husband was out in the kitchen cooking candy.
Well, it did beat all how them women folks did talk and laugh, all at one time! Cyrus laffed, too; an' then he said he reckoned he 'd go out an' throw some fodder in to the steers, and Bill an' I well, we went down-cellar to draw that pitcher uv cider. It ain't for me to tell now uv the meller sweetness uv their courtin' time; I could n't do it if I tried. Oh, how we loved 'em both!
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.
They had kept only one cow, and Tommy Low would attend to her for the sake of his suppers, suppers at which Vivia must forego her water-cresses now; but Janet had a bed of mushrooms growing down-cellar, that, broiled and buttered, were, she fancied, quite equal to venison-steaks.
Then, aft'r a while, when Mary an' Helen bring in the cookies, nut-cakes, cider, an' apples, Mother says: 'I don't b'lieve we're goin' to hev enough apples to go round; Ezry, I guess I'll have to get you to go down-cellar for some more. Then I says: 'All right, Mother, I'll go, providin' some one'll go along an' hold the candle. An' when I say this I look right at Laura and she blushes.
Then Helen, jest for meanness, says: 'Ezry, I s'pose you ain't willin' to have your fav'rite sister go down-cellar with you an' catch her death o' cold? But Mary, who hez been showin' Hiram Peabody the phot'graph album for more 'n an hour, comes to the rescue an' makes Laura take the candle, and she shows Laura how to hold it so it won't go out. "The cellar is warm an' dark.
But she was disturbed to find a cocktail at her place at the table. "Well, here's glad to see you!" Flint raised his glass and tilted it ever so slightly in her direction. Claire lifted the cocktail to her lips and set it down untasted. "What's the matter? Getting unsociable again?" "No, Mr. Flint. I don't care for cocktails." "Oh, all right! We'll send down-cellar and get some wine."
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