But what have you done with that tubful ?" "Why, some I tuk back to Mis' Bell for what I borrered befo'-- I'm always most careful to make return for what I borrers--and yo' know, Mis' Warden, dat waffles and sweet potaters and cohn bread dey do take butter; to say nothin' o' them little cakes you all likes so well--_an'_ de fried chicken, _an'_--" "Never mind, Sukey; you go and present my compliments to Mrs.Bell, and ask her for some; and be sure you return it promptly.

Now, girls, don't let me forget to tell Ross to send up another tub." "We can't seem to remember any better than you can, mother," said Adeline, dreamily.

"Those details are so utterly uninteresting." "I should think it was Sukey's business to tell him," said Madeline with decision; while the "a-lines" kept silence this time.
"There! Sukey's gone!" Mrs.Warden suddenly remarked, watching the stout figure moving heavily away under the pepper trees.

"And I meant to have asked her to make me a glass of shrub! Dora, dear, you run and get it for mother." Dora laid down her work, not too regretfully, and started off.
"That child is the most practical of any of you," said her mother; which statement was tacitly accepted.

It was not extravagant praise.
Dora poked about in the refrigerator for a bit of ice.