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"Your uncle's pockets must ha' had a good hole in 'em by this time," remarked Barby as they came back from the cellar. "However, there never was a crock so empty it couldn't be filled. You get me a leach-tub sot up, and I'll find work for it." From that time Fleda had no more trouble with her uncle and Barby.
Rossitur sat down to his book again; and Fleda, leaving hers open, went to attend upon Barby. "There ain't much yallow soap neither," said this personage, "if this is all. There's one thing if we ha'n't got it, we can make it. I must get Mis' Rossitur to have a leach-tub sot up right away. I'm a dreadful hand for havin' plenty o' soap." "What is a leach-tub?" said Fleda.
Rossitur sat down to his book again; and Fleda leaving hers open went to attend upon Barby. "There ain't much yallow soap neither," said this personage, "if this is all. There's one thing if we ha'n't got it we can make it. I must get Mis' Rossitur to have a leach-tub sot up right away. I'm a dreadful hand for havin' plenty o' soap." "What is a leach-tub?" said Fleda.
"Why, a leach-tub, for to leach ashes in. That's easy enough. I'll fix it, afore we're any on us much older. If Mr. Rossitur 'll keep me in good hard wood, I sha'n't cost him hardly anything for potash." "I'll see about it," said Fleda; "and I will see about having the leach-tub, or whatever it is, put up for you.
The supper was the dinner cold, with an addition of warm biscuits; and again Osgood ate himself into Peter's good graces. The evening was passed in silence. Peter smoked, Maria mended, and Osgood reflected. A violent storm arose in the night, which lasted three days. They were improved by Maria and Peter in overhauling garden-seeds in the garret, and in setting up a leach-tub in the wood-house.
Yet very striking is the contrast with the old days of household economies, the days of the ox-chain, the sickle, and the leach-tub. All of these, some happily and some unhappily, have been swept away by the besom of Progress. But in any case life was too serious in those days for effeminate luxury, or for aught but proper pride in defending the country, and in work well done.
"Your uncle's pockets must ha' had a good hole in 'em by this time," remarked Barby, as they came back from the cellar. "However, there never was a crock so empty it couldn't be filled. You get me a leach-tub sot up, and I'll find work for it." From that time, Fleda had no more trouble with her uncle and Barby.
"Why, a leach-tub, for to leach ashes in. That's easy enough. I'll fix it, afore we're any on us much older. If Mr. Rossitur'll keep me in good hard wood I sha'n't cost him hardly anything for potash." "I'll see about it," said Fleda, "and I will see about having the leach-tub, or whatever it is, put up for you.
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