“I wish you wouldn’t have cheese.”

“We must have cheese,” she said solemnly.  “I expect they’ll drink our green tea till they make bladders of themselves, it is so good.  Your father is a first-rate man; he is an excellent provider, and any woman ought to be proud of him, for he does buy number one in provisions.”

I looked at her with admiration and respect.

“Capen Curtis,” she continued, pursuing a train of thought which the preserves had started, “will never come home, I guess.  He has been in furen parts forever and a day; his wife has looked for him, a-twirling her thumb and fingers, every day for ten years.  I heard your mother had engaged her to go in the new house; she’ll take the upper hand of us all.  Your grandfather, Mr. John Morgeson, is willing to part with her; tired of her, I spose.  She has been housekeeping there, off and on, these thirty years.  She’s fifty, if she is a day, is Hepsy Curtis.”

“Is she as stingy as you are?” I asked.

“You’ll find out for yourself, Miss.  I rather think you won’t be allowed to crumble over the buttery shelves.”

I finished the cup, and was watching her while she grated loaf-sugar over a pile of doughnuts, when mother entered, and begged me to come upstairs with her to be dressed.

“Where is Verry, mother?”

“In the parlor, with a lemon in one hand and Robinson Crusoe in the other.  She will be good, she says.  Cassy, you won’t teaze me to-day, will you?”

“No, indeed, mother,” and clapping my hands, “I like you too well.”

She laughed.

“These Morgesons beat the dogs,” I heard Temperance say, as we shut the door and went upstairs.

I skipped over the shiny, lead-colored floor of the chamber in my stockings, while mother was taking from the bureau a clean suit for me, and singing “Bonny Doon,” with the sweetest voice in the world.  She soon arrayed me in my red calico dress, spotted with yellow stars.  I was proud of its buckram undersleeves, though they scratched my arms, and admired its wings, which extended over the protecting buckram.

“It is three o’clock; the company will come soon.  Be careful of your dress.  You must stand by me at the table to hand the cups of tea.”

She left me standing in a chair, so that I might see my pantalettes in the high-hung glass, and the effect of my balloon-like sleeves.  Then I went back to the kitchen to show myself to Temperance, and to enjoy the progress of tea.

The table was laid in the long keeping-room adjoining the kitchen, covered with a striped cloth of crimson and blue, smooth as satin to the touch.  Temperance had turned the plates upside-down around the table, and placed in a straight line through the middle a row of edibles.  She was going to have waffles, she said, and shortcake; they were all ready to bake, and she wished to the Lord they would come and have it over with.  With the silver sugar-tongs I slyly nipped lumps of sugar for my private eating, and surveyed my features in the distorting mirror of the pot-bellied silver teapot, ordinarily laid up in flannel.  When the company had arrived, Temperance advised me to go in the parlor.