If time permits I want to write some excerpts in the days to come that really caught my eye.
“But the “delicate little creter” seemed all the better for her trip, and ran up the steps looking rosy, gay, and disheveled, to be received with lamentation by Aunt Plenty, who begged her to go and lie down at once.
“Oh, please don’t! We have come to tea with our cousin, and we’ll be as good as gold if you’ll let us stay, Aunty,” clamored the boys, who not only approved of “our cousin,” but had no mind to lose their tea, for Aunt Plenty’s name but feebly expressed her bountiful nature.
“Well dears, you can; only be quiet, and let Rose go and take her iron and be made tidy, and then we will see what we can find for supper,” said the old lady as she trotted away, followed by a volley of directions for the approaching feast.
"Orange Marmalade" for me, Aunty.”
“Plenty of "Sugar Plum Cake", please.”
“Tell Debby to trot out the "Baked Pears"
“I’m your man for lemon pie, ma’am.”
“Do have fritters? Rose will like ‘em.”
“She’d rather have tarts, I know.” (Both of these really make me wonder exactly what fritters and tarts were considered back then.)
When Rose came down, fifteen minutes later, with every curl smoothed and her most beruffled apron, she found the boys loafing about the long hall, and paused on the halfway landing to take an observation, for till now she had not really examined her new-found cousins.”
My Lemon Pie