2/31 Sarah Barnard stood before her husband, her placid face all knitted with perplexed remonstrance. "Why, I can't, Cephas," she said. "Pies can't be made that way." "I know they can," said Cephas. It would jest be a waste of the flour." "Why can't they, I'd like to know ?" "Folks don't ever make pies without lard, Cephas." "Why don't they ?" "Why, they wouldn't be nothin' more than-- You couldn't eat them nohow if they was made so, Cephas. |