She doesn't know
that she's under any obligation to them.
Mrs. John Van Meter hears Freddie say off the little speech his
mother taught him - Oh, you may be sure she'd be there as large as
life, taking charge of everything, just as if she had been one of
the workers, when, to my certain knowledge, she hadn't been to
one of the committee meetings, not a one. I declare I don't know
what Mr. Craddock is thinking of to let her boss every body around
the way she does - and she smiles and says: "It's all right. It's
just lovely. Tell your mamma Mrs. Van Meter is ever and ever so
much obliged to her. Isn't he a dear boy?" And when he is gone,
she says: "What are we ever going to do with all this cake? It
seems as if everybody has sent cake. And whatever possessed that
woman to attempt a cake, I - can't imagine. Ts! ts! ts! H-well.
Oh, put it somewhere. Maybe we can work it off on the country
people. Mrs. Filkins, your coffee smells PERfectly grand!
Perfectly grand. Do you think we'll have spoons enough?"
The Tournament prizes are exhibited in the windows of the leading
furniture emporium at the corner of Main and Center, each with a
card attached bearing the name of the donor in distinctly legible
characters. Old man Hagerman has been mowing all the rag-weed and
cuckle-burrs along the line of march, and the lawns have had an
unusual amount of shaving and sprinkling.
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