But the fust thing she done when she come out was to look around the dinin' room and say, 'Oh! what a pleasant, homey place! And so clean! Why, it is perfectly spotless!' Land sakes! the old lady thawed out like a cranberry bog in April.

After that they talked about housekeepin' and cookin' and such, sociable as could be.

Dorindy's goin' to give her her receipt for doughnuts next time she comes.

And I bet that girl never cooked a doughnut in her life or ever will.

If I could think of the right thing to say, like that, 'twould save me more'n one ear-ache.