I can remember just as well! I had one of my bad headaches that night--and it did seem as if I couldn't sit up! But your Father's got to have his biscuit whether or no.

And you said, 'Now Mother you lie right still on that sofa and let me do it! I can!' And you could!--you did! They were bettern' mine that first time--and your Father praised 'em--and you've been at it ever since." "Yes," said Diantha, with a deeper note of feeling than her mother caught, "I've been at it ever since!" "Except when you were teaching school," pursued her mother.
"Except when I taught school at Medville," Diantha corrected.

"When I taught here I made 'em just the same." "So you did," agreed her mother.

"So you did! No matter how tired you were--you wouldn't admit it.

You always were the best child!" "If I was tired it was not of making biscuits anyhow.