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Updated: May 11, 2025
"Wal, you kin keep yer butter, sence you're so sot on it, an' I'll take a leetle dust o' pork instead." "Let's see you take it!" said I. "I guess I'll speak 'ith yer ma. I shall git a consider'ble bigger piece, though I don't like ter add t' 'er steps." "Now look here, Miss Mimy," says I, "if you'll promise not to ask for another thing, and to go right away, I'll get you a piece of pork."
After all, Aunt Mimy was kind of privileged by everybody to say what she pleased. But Stephen didn't do as every one did, always. "Emmie's beauty wasn't all in her pink cheeks, Miss Mimy," I heard him say, as I went into the back-entry to ask mother to bring down the mate of my sock.
Just then mother came down with the apples, and some dip-candles, and a basket of broken victuals; and Miss Mimy tied her cloak and said she believed she must be going. And Stephen went and got his hat and coat, and said, "Miss Mimy, wouldn't you like a little company to help you carry your bundles? Come, Emmie, get your shawl."
Wal, I never 'xpected ye'd be much help ter yer mother; ye're tew fond uv hikin' reound the village." "Indeed, Miss Mimy," said Lurindy, kind of indignant, "she's always been the greatest help to mother." "I don't know how I should have made both ends meet this year, if it hadn't been for her wages," said mother. Stephen was whittling Miss Mimy's portrait on the end of a stick, and laughing.
I don't look much like Lurindy, to be sure; but then Lurindy's an old maid, as much as twenty-five, and don't go to singing-school. At least, these thoughts ran through my head as I watched Aunt Mimy down the hill. Lurindy a'n't so very pretty, I continued to think, but she's so very good, it makes up.
"Wal, Emerline," says she, "I s'pose ye've got so grand down ter the mills, thet, w'at 'ith yer looms an' machines an' tic-doloreux, ye won't hev nothin' ter say ter the old way uv knittin' socks." "Does this look like it, Aunt Mimy?" says I, shaking my needles by way of answer. "I'm going to finish this pair to-night." "Oh," says she, "you be, be you?
It's my belief Mimy Lawson will kill herself some of these days upon green corn. She was at home to tea one day last summer, and I declare I thought " What Mr. Van Brunt thought he left his hearers to guess. "Well, let them kill themselves if they like," said Miss Fortune; "I am sure I am willing; there'll be enough; I ain't agoing to mince matters when once I begin. Now, let me see.
"And now, perhaps," said he, after he had kissed his wife, "ye'll be kind enough to tell me what it all means, for I'll be switched if I understand a word of it!" Mrs. Outcast explained: "When Mimy came home with her story I felt in my bones that something was wrong, so I came as fast as I could to help. I found this little body scared to death, and you gone for no knowing how long.
I was provoked with mother and Lurindy for answering the thing, and was just going to speak up, when I caught Stephen's eye, and thought better of it. Pretty soon Aunt Mimy produced a bundle of herbs from her pocket, and laid them on the table. "Oh, thank you, Aunt Jemimy," says mother. "Pennyroyal and catnip's always acceptable." "Yes," said Aunt Mimy.
I don't 'xpect ye ter thank me fur w'at instruction I gi'n ye; there's some folks I niver du 'xpect nothin' from; you can't make a silk pus out uv a sow's ear. W'at ye got thet red flag out the keepin'-room winder fur? 'Cause Lurindy's nussin' Stephen? Wal, good-day!" And so Aunt Mimy disappeared, and the pat of butter with her.
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