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Hudgers, who lived next door, "is orful stuck up sence they got the sudsin' of them surpluses." This animadversion was soon conveyed to Amarilly, who instantly and freely forgave the critic. "She's old and rheumatic," argued the little girl. "She can't git to go nowhars, and folks that is shut in too long spiles, jest like canned goods. Besides, her clock has stopped.
"My sakes, but twelve o'clock come quick to-day," she thought, as she kindled the fire and set the kettle over it in preparation of her midday meal. A neighbor dropping in viewed these proceedings with surprise. "Why, Mrs. Hudgers, ain't you et yer breakfast yet?" "Of course I hev. I'm puttin' the kittle over fer my dinner." "Dinner! why, it's only a half arter nine." Mrs.
The Lily for whom he 'sot for his likeness in the surplus. That awful surplice," she burst forth in irritation at the mere mention of the unfortunate word. "Some of these people must have it. John, you don't half try to find it." "I am following out the list in order," he assured her. "I shall go to see Mrs. Hudgers to-morrow."
"I know it is," sympathized Amarilly, concentrating her mind on the puzzling solution of Hallie's habiliment. "Mrs. Hudgers," she exclaimed suddenly, "why can't you put the surplus on Hallie? You kin slip it on over his suit, and when the funeral's over, and they hev all looked at the corpse, you kin take it offen him." "Oh, that would be sweet!" cried Mrs. Hudgers, brightening perceptibly.
I told him I could rent him one to put on the minister, and he hedn't thought fer to hev it an Episcopal show, but he sed he'd do it fer an ad fer his white goods. He wouldn't stand fer no dollar a day. He beat me down to three-fifty, but he throwed in a cap fer Bud. "Next come Mrs. Hudgers. I didn't put it down in the ledger, though, cause it didn't bring nuthin' but a pan of doughnuts.
Hudgers, a martyr's test of patience in listening to the devious and manifold routes taken by her rheumatic pains; a rehearsal of the late lamented Hallie's idiosyncracies; the details of his last illness; his death; and his wearing of the surplice at the obsequies.
"And she wants me fer to dress up like a preacher. I told her about Hallie Hudgers lookin' so swell in the surplus, and she wants, as I should dress up in it and set fer my likeness in it." "I think it would be fine!" approved Amarilly. "You sure would look nicer nor Hallie did." "Well, I wouldn't look like a dead one," admitted the Boarder. "But I was orful afraid you'd laugh.
The liberal supply of the luxury rapidly diminished, owing to the fact that Iry swallowed his allowance after ineffectual efforts to retain it in his mouth, and then like Oliver Twist pleaded for more. "I declare fer it!" remarked Mrs. Hudgers to Amarilly. "That child's insides will all be stuck together. I should think yer ma would be afeard to let him chaw so much."
Hudgers, looking from her window, saw a little group of children with books under their arms returning from school. Having no timepiece, she was accustomed to depend on the passing to and fro of the children for guidance as to the performance of her household affairs.
It was, however, mistaken by some of the guests as a signal of danger, and they were wary of their steps lest they be ditched. Mrs. Hudgers ventured the awful prognostication that "mebby some of them Jenkins brats had gone and got another of them ketchin' diseases." When they entered the house there was a general exclamation of admiration.
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