Besides, she ginerally bakes Thursdays, an' mos'
likely she'll have some hot gingerbread. I'm partic'larly fond of
gingerbread, an' she does know how to make it about the best of
anybody I know on. You needn't wait supper for me, Cynthy Ann,
for ef I don't find Mis' Forbes to home I'll go on to Mis'
Frost's."
Mrs. Payson put on her cloak and hood, and, armed with the
work-bag and the invariable blue cotton umbrella, sallied out.
Mrs. Forbes lived at the distance of a mile, but Mrs. Payson was
a good walker for a woman of her age, and less than half an hour
brought her to the door of the brown farmhouse in which Mrs.
Forbes lived.
She knocked on the door with the handle of her umbrella. The
summons was answered by a girl of twelve.
"How dy do, Betsy?" said Mrs. Payson. "Is your ma'am to home?"
"No, she's gone over to Webbington to spend two or three days
with Aunt Prudence."
"Then she won't be home to tea," said Mrs. Payson, considerably
disappointed.
"No, ma'am, I don't expect her before to-morrow.
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