Real Folks eBook

Adeline Dutton Train Whitney
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 336 pages of information about Real Folks.

Real Folks eBook

Adeline Dutton Train Whitney
This eBook from the Gutenberg Project consists of approximately 336 pages of information about Real Folks.

“She gave me,” said Mr. Oldways, “an iron spoon.  I was to deal out sugar-plums with it; and the consequence would be that you would all go home.”

“She gave me,” said Lois James, “Woman’s Rights.  I shouldn’t know what to do with them; and the consequence would be a terrible mortification to all my friends.”

“She gave me,” said Hazel, “a real good time.  I was to pass it round; and the consequence would be an earthquake.”

Then they had “Scandal;” a whisper, repeated rapidly from ear to ear.  It began with, “Luclarion is in the kitchen making tea-biscuits;” and it ended with the horrible announcement that there were “two hundred gallons of hot pitch ready, and that everybody was to be tipped into it.”

“Characters,” and “Twenty Questions,” and “How, When, and Where,” followed; and then they were ready for a run again, and they played “Boston,” in which Mr. Oldways, being “Sceattle,” was continually being left out, whereupon he declared at last, that he didn’t believe there was any place for him, or even that he was down anywhere on the map, and it wasn’t fair, and he was going to secede; and that broke up the play; for the groat fun of all the games had come to be Miss Craydocke and Uncle Titus, as it always is the great fun to the young ones when the elders join in,—­the older and the soberer, the better sport; there is always something in the “fathers looking on;” that is the way I think it is among them who always do behold the Face of the Father in heaven,—­smiling upon their smiles, glowing upon their gladness.

In the tea-room, it was all even more delightful yet; it was further out into the garden, shaded at the back by the deep leafiness of grape-vines, and a trellis work with arches in it that ran up at the side, and would be gay by and by with scarlet runners, and morning-glories, and nasturtiums, that were shooting up strong and swift already, from the neatly weeded beds.

Inside, was the tall old semicircular sideboard, with gingerbread grooves carved all over it; and the real brass “dogs,” with heads on their fore-paws, were lying in the fire-place, under the lilac boughs; and the square, plain table stood in the midst, with its glossy white cloth that touched the floor at the corners, and on it were the identical pink mugs, and a tall glass pitcher of milk, and plates of the thinnest and sweetest bread and butter, and early strawberries in a white basket lined with leaves, and the traditional round frosted cakes upon a silver plate with a network rim.

And Luclarion and Mrs. Ripwinkley waited upon them all, and it was still no party, to be compared or thought of with any salad and ice-pudding and Germania-band affair, such as they had had all winter; but something utterly fresh and new and by itself,—­place, and entertainment, and people, and all.

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