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Updated: June 26, 2025
When the party arrived at Severndale another surprise greeted it as a very fat, very much-at-home Boston bull-terrier came tumbling down the steps to greet them. To all but Polly he was an alien and a stranger. Polly paused just one second, then cried as she gathered the little beast into her arms, regardless of the evening wrap she was wearing: "Oh, Rhody! Rhody! who brought you?"
"Here wec-come sing old A'nt Rhody! See old Hecly paw up dirt. Stuff her pod with rocks and sody, Jee-ro C'ris'mus, how she'll squirt! Rip-te-hoo! And a hip, hip, holler, We'll lick hell for a half a dollar!" The post-office windows rattled and shivered in the sunshine. Horses along the line of march crouched, ducked sideways, and snorted in panic.
"Here's Cupid with our supper," she said, going to the table, "and dear Aunt Rhody has actually gotten out her brandied peaches that she kept behind her 'jists. If you ever doubted your welcome, Dan, this must banish it forever." Then as they gathered about the fruits of Aunt Rhody's labours, she talked on rapidly in her cheerful voice.
"En Ole Marster en Ole Miss dey's in de house er de overseer dey's right over dar behine de orchard whar you use ter projick wid de ploughs, en Brer Cupid and Sis Rhody dey's a-gittin' dem dey supper." "Then let me go," cried Dan.
"Behold, He cometh with clouds!" she whispered. It always did seem to me as if mother had the imposition of hands, perhaps every one feels just so about their mother, but only her touch always lightens an ache for me, whether it's in the heart or the head. "Oh, Aunt Rhody," said Dan, looking up in her face with his distracted eyes, "can't you help me?"
RHODE ISLAND: Little Rhody needs some good, small bag limits; for now she has none! She should enact a Bayne law, a Pennsylvania law against aliens, and a New Jersey law against the automatic and pump guns. She should stop killing the beautiful wood-duck, and gray squirrel. She should stop all spring shooting of waterfowl. SOUTH CAROLINA: She should save her game while she still has some to save.
"Yes, I've remembered you there, don't smother me. Did you think I'd dare to show my face, Aunt Rhody, without the gayest neckerchief in Europe? Why, I waited over in New York just to see that it was safe. Oh, don't smother me, I say."
After breakfast he got into the coach and started off, and Betty, with the key basket on her arm, followed Cupid and Aunt Rhody into the storeroom. Then she gathered fresh flowers for the table, and went upstairs to read a chapter from the Bible to Mrs. Lightfoot. The Major stayed to dinner in town, returning late in a moody humour and exhausted by his drive.
"Pa is coming to-night, so we won't have dinner till late; that will be real genteel and give us plenty of time," added Tilly, suddenly realizing the novelty of the task she had undertaken. "Did you ever roast a turkey?" asked Roxy, with an air of deep interest. "Should you darst to try?" said Rhody, in an awe-stricken tone. "You will see what I can do.
No mo' niggerisms fer me, ma'am!" "Hold your tongue, Ca'line," said Mrs. Lightfoot, sternly; "and, Rhody, you ought to be ashamed of yourself to talk so before your Miss Betty." "Husban', huh!" repeated the indignant Ca'line, under her breath. "Hold your tongues, both of you," cried the old lady, as she lifted her silk skirt in both hands and swept from the kitchen.
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