Just as we finished the last dish
I heard grandmother's tap, tap on the floor over my head.
There's an art in everything, even in washing dishes. I fancy one might
grow fond of it, if only one took an interest in always doing it well.
Perhaps it is because my parents are Friends, and I have been taught
that it is foolish to be flurried and flustered and to hurry over any
work, but I do think that one gets along much faster when one does not
make too much haste.
I do hope I may always act just as mother does, she is so sweet and
peaceful, never cross, never worried. Now, dear grandmamma is much more
easily vexed. But then she is older and she has the Van Doren headaches.
Tap, tap came the call of the ebony stick. I ran up to grandmamma's
room.
CHAPTER VI.
A CANDY PULL.
Of all things in the world, what should grandmamma propose but my
sending for Miss Muffet! Great-aunt Jessamine had gone away long before.
"I believe it was to-day that the girls meant to have the candy pull at
Jeanie's, wasn't it?" grandmamma asked.
"Yes, darling grandmamma," I said, "they may have it; but I am not going
to desert you."
"Thee is very kind, dearie," replied grandmamma; "but I need only quiet,
and Hetty will come out of her attack just as well without thee as with
thee. I particularly wish that thee would go. How is thee to have the
fair unless thee has the candy pull? The time is passing, too. It will
soon be school and lessons again.
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