’em ’t they’d got to go on a vacation so early the nex’ mornin’, they was all upset.  They didn’t have no money nor no clothes nor no place to go to, ‘n’ the minister’s wife begun to cry jus’ ’s soon ’s Mrs. Allen was gone.  Seems she was settin’ there cryin’ when Mrs. Sperrit drove in, in the cool o’ the evenin’, to pay her pew-rent in pigs-feet, ‘n’ what did Mrs. Sperrit do but jus’ up ‘n’ ask ’em both to come out to the farm.  Told ’em they wouldn’t have no board to pay out on the farm ‘n’ ’t they could stay ’s long ’s they liked.  It seemed like it was all they could do, so they arranged it ‘n’ it all worked fine.  Seems they took the train to the junction, ‘n’ Mr. Sperrit met ’em there ‘n’ drove ’em straight across country home, ‘n’ they ’ve been there ever since, ‘n’ maybe they’d been there yet, only Mrs. Sperrit is like a lot o’ other people in this world,—­she’s forever goin’ to extremes, ‘n’ she couldn’t be content with jus’ the minister ‘n’ his wife ‘n’ Bobby, so she had to keep bringin’ home more ‘n’ more o’ the childern, until they was so thick out there ’t to-day, when Henry Ward Beecher arrived, the minister went to Mr. Sperrit ‘n’ asked him if he thought anybody ’d mind ’f he ‘n’ his wife come in town ‘n’ finished their vacation in their own house.  I guess mebbe the Sperrits was some wore out themselves, f’r they jus’ told him ’t no one could possibly object, ‘n’ then they had the carryall ‘n’ drove ’em both in town right after dinner.

“I was down in the square buyin’ flypaper, ‘n’ I heard the commotion ‘n’ run out, ‘n’—­well, Mrs. Lathrop, you c’n believe me or not jus’ ’s you please—­but it was a sight to draw tears to any one’s eyes.  Folks waved anythin’ ’t they could grab, ‘n’ all the boys yelled ‘n’ cheered.  The minister was real touched—­he quoted, ‘’N’ there went up a great multitude’—­but he never got no further, f’r Deacon White jumped up in the band-stand ‘n’ proposed ’No church Sunday, but a donation party Saturday night.  Who bids?’ ‘n’ every one shrieked, ‘Aye—­Aye.’”

Mrs. Lathrop’s eyes kindled slowly but surely.

“I wish—­” she said, biting firmly into a large red one.

“It’s too late now,” said Susan, not unkindly, “it’s all over now—­all ’xcept the donation party, ‘n’ I don’t see how you c’n do much there ’nless I bring over the butter ‘n’ mix it for you.  But you mustn’t interrupt me, Mrs. Lathrop, f’r if you do I never shall get through.

“So the donation party was decided, ‘n’ Mrs. Brown’s good cookin’ heart come out strong ‘n’ she pledged three pies right then n’ there.  I put myself down f’r a pan o’ biscuit, ‘n’ Mr. Kimball said he believed ’s the Aliens would outdo every one ‘n’ give a whole cow, without no urgin’ neither.  Mrs. Allen laughed a little, ‘n’ then Mrs. Macy come up so out o’ breath ‘t it was all o’ five minutes afore she could get out a word.  Seemed when she did speak, ’t she wasn’t tryin’ to give nothin’—­she only wanted to know about the minister’s ear-muffs, ‘n’ it appears ’t he never took ’em a tall.  Seems ’t Brunhilde Susan cut teeth on ’em till they was only fit to be used f’r kettle-holders.”