Now I call it a slap right in the face to have a Chicagy woman come to the country to live and enjoy a log cabin, bare floors, and her man's grandmother's dishes.

If there ain't Marthy's old blue coverlid also carefully spread on a splinter new sofy.

Landy, I can't wait to get to my son John's! He's got a woman that would take two coppers off the collection plate while she was purtendin' to put on one, if she could, and then spend them for a brass pin or a string of glass beads.

Won't her eyes bung when I tell her about this?
She wanted my Peter Hartman kiver for her ironin' board.

Show me the rest!" "This is the dining-room," said the Girl, leading the way.
Granny Moreland stepped in and sent her keen eyes ranging over the floor, walls, and furnishings.