Your cider is putty good." Here the old
lady took a large draft, and set down the mug with a sigh of
satisfaction. "It's jest the thing to take when a body's tired.
It goes to the right spot. Cynthy Ann's husband didn't have none
made this year. I wonder ef your ma would sell a quart or two of
it."
"You can have it and welcome, Mrs. Payson."
"Can I jest as well as not? Well, that's kind. But I didn't
expect you to give it to me."
"Oh, we have got plenty."
"I dunno how I can carry it home," said the lady hesitatingly. "I
wonder ef some of your folks won't be going up our way within a
day or two."
"We will send it. I guess father'll be going up to-morrow."
"Then ef you can spare it you might send round a gallon, an' ef
there's anything to pay I'll pay for it."
This little business arrangement being satisfactorily adjusted,
and the pie consumed, Mrs. Payson got up and said she must be
going.
"I'm afraid you haven't got rested yet, Mrs. Payson."
"I ain't hardly," was the reply; "but I guess I shall stop on the
way at Mis' Frost's.
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